Oh. My. God. My temp job sucks. And I have to be in my car for an hour and a half a day because of it. If you know me, you know I hate talking on the phone. Which means being a receptionist is a really bad fit. But, that's where they put me, and as my mother likes to say, "beggars can't be choosers," so I guess I'll shut up now.
Wait, one more thing. They didn't even give me a computer! So really, all I can do is sit at the desk and answer the phones. I have to ask someone to relieve me so I can go to the bathroom for cripes sake.
I'm not made for this stuff.
Poem: Far Gone
2 days ago
1 comment:
Yes, I've had a few jobs like that. Ick. Well, its only temporary, right?
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