I'm working. Surprise! It's only until the 23rd of Jannuary or something though, it's at a company where my father works too, though we're not in the same office or anything. Anyway, it's a distribution centre of exhaustion pipes and car parts and shit and I'm at the administration. I've been there during the holidays since I was 15. But this time, it sucks major ass through a straw. Why? 1) Code, code, stamp, stamp, copy, copy, correct, correct, put in alphebetic order, put in alphabetic order, search through files, search through files... invoice after invoice after invoice... In summary: BORING! 2) My collegues at the office are of the standard office-collegue type: normal hair, normal clothes, normal family lives, normal everything. I'd classify this as BORING. 3) 'less talking, more working!' ...you mean to say 'more BORING' 4) I have no computer, not even at lunch break. Yes, indeed quite BORING. 5) Static electricity, dammit! Now that I've got my other shoes on it's doable, but my hair used to stick to my face and make me itch, and I have an extreme schock-o-phobia. 6) I can't do anything right. Seriously. I mean, it's not like I'm not trying. And then they they say 'this isn't good, you did that wrong, you made a mistake there, haven't I told you a hundred times before that... ' You can sense from some of them they're even starting to dislike me even though I'm making an effort to act more grown up than previous years. I feel so much like I have to defend myself there... One time I asked why something I did was wrong and she was basically like 'because I say so!'. I mean, what the hell? If you're not going to explain properly, how am I supposed to be doing it right next time? Don't you think that maybe perhaps possibly I'm doing everything wrong because you're not explaining well enough? It took me some effort not to actually say so. For the time being, I'll just shut up, sit down and be grumpy the rest of the day. Don't know how long though. Okay, done bitchin'
dont feel bad i enter numbers all day but thjen again im my own boss enter a few #Z and then chat on hip forums for an hour then a few more numbers then more chatting
no! i'll wear a dogcollar thing and you can walk me around, and if you did something wrong you say; lisa, hump leg! and i'll hump the leg of the bastard who said you did something wrong. or, lisa, pee! and i'll pee. or something. or erm..lisa! spit!
You might have misread the part about me not having a computer available... plus, we don't have compartments in most Dutch offices, so everyone would easily spot I wasn't doing my job. I don't think I want you to pee when I say so... I'd feel like I was prostituting you, and I don't wanna.
Nah, I want a digital drum kit, and I need some cash for the bills. I'll fight my way through another three weeks.
haha i still need to get a job probably'll end up back at my old one though it, too, was boring as hell eh...
Work, eh? Work is lame. I'm a busser/host at Outback, and last night I got slammed and came home smelling like garbage water from taking out the trash. All in all, it's a good job, I get about 40 bucks a night on average.