Do it, please
What the hell was I thinking?
This new job sucks.
Not because I have this adverse thing to work or anything, I don't really.
But there's no organization. There's no cooperation. The manager is a total territorial bitch. The job itself, while easy, is boring, but I can deal with that. The people suck. And the company training programs? HOW DO THESE PLACES STAY IN BUSINESS?! SERIOUSLY! /huff
It's so bad I can't even think WoW thoughts at work, because I'm in fear for my life anytime I step into the back rooms. Surprise ninjas or a mouse might knock over the 300 lbs of clothing onto my head, crushing me without so much a peep.
I'm not sure I'm going to survive. I'm looking again. I'm going to chalk up my decision to seriously fill out an application at a department store during holiday season as a temporary act of insanity.
And I got distracted mid post... I'm a freakin' genius.
Playing Moon for now...
That's it for today... I think... yup... distracted again.
2 comments:
"Shoot him now! Shoot him now!"
"You keep out of this. He doesn't have to shoot you now."
"He does SO have to shoot me now! I demand that you shoot me now!"
Pronoun trouble. Benefits of a classical educationizing.
Retail jobs = dog shit.
End of discussion.
My sympathies, Cay.
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