The reason I don't really give a shit about my job:
they just hired some chick to help me as I'm a bit behind because I can't read 134809238410348 documents at the same time.
Even though I used to hire people for a living (I read over 1,000 resumes and hired 40 people in one year), and she will be working most closely with me, I was not privvy to the interview process.
I think she will get the office across the hall from me. I have never been allowed to have the office because it has a window although I am able to use it as a storage/workroom.
My office is the supply room. It looks like a welfare office. I get interrupted at least 30 times a day. Usually for people asking me if we have red pens.
They hate me. I hate them back.
But I'm a great editor. I don't fuck up alot. I meet all my deadlines, and when it comes down to getting shit done, I do it. And I do a great job for my client.
These are the days I most miss Lara. She just fucking rocks it. And I still consider her my best friend even though I haven't seen her in eons. Why? Because she knows me better than anyone else still.
So cheers. Here's to hating your job. Yay!
I really don't hate what I do. It's kind of cool. I just hate that they make it so difficult to want to like working here.
Posted by debutaunt at July 19, 2004 04:46 PM | TrackBack