First Meltdown....
...I know... already. It's been three whole days. *sigh* Apparently, I was right to worry about the way I dress. One of the girls had the "quick word behind a closed door" with me yesterday. And, being the sensitive girl I am, whose emotions go out her eyes no matter what, I cried. *kicks self in sensitive ass* I realized that all of these changes were affecting me much more than I wanted to let on. I'm stubborn like that. I miss my babies. I miss two hour phone calls with Katie in which we let it all out and try to change the world. *winks* I miss spending all day in my jeans and t-shirts. I miss not having to call anyone except Katie. There are many things I DON'T miss about my former life, but if you've been a diligent reader, you'll know what those things are.
...other than that, the new job is really going fine. I really like the people I work for. They've all been really nice to me.
Here is a list of things I did yesterday:
1. learned to use a paper shredder (no, it wasn't legal and important documents, but yes, i worked at Ernst & Young before, NOT Arthur-Anderson).
2. set up interviews
3. set up a voice mail message on one of the owners' phones
4. data entry.
Hey...glamorous it's not....but it ain't a-wipin' shitty asses, right? *winks*
4 Comments:
"All necklines must be above the navel." ;)
9:14 AM
i told you that cone bras went out with Madonna in the 90's
i had hand surgery today so am typing with one finger on my left hand, and no, it is not my son's favorite finger. heehee
i am right handed and it is in cast now. i am still planning to go to stamp camp though. thank god that won't require typing or the need for capitalization, since i am unable right now.
3:05 PM
Stephanie,
Judy came to the stamp camp and had some really happy drugs. I really wanted some but I didn't dare to ask because if I want my own, I should have my friend who lives in Texas go across the border and get them for me cheap. Want some?
HAHAHAHA
9:32 PM
My new dog makes smelly toots.
It's true...and she follows me around the house. Maybe the boys are just too noisy for her.
I am back to my two finger typing now. But my wrist? Ow! I wish someone would steal my children so I could get some sleep. I leave them alone and unattended on the street, but they just find their way home again.
9:53 AM
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