giddyiguana

I figured something out today: We've gone through 5,183 invoices at work since I hired on there. Think about that: 5,183 paying customers in eight months. Now, granted, I didn't fill out ALL of those...believe it or not, I'm not there ALL the time (I get to leave early two days a week for school, and I'm still having to see an orthopedist occasionally about my knee. I've even had to take three sick days since I started there!) Also, my boss handles most of the commercial accounts, and sometimes I'll be busy with something else when a customer comes in. So, let's be overly conservative and say I've "only" filled out 70% of the work orders in the time I've been there. That still comes out to 3,617 work orders.

Here's something for you to try: pick a place you'd rather not be, preferably some dreary, run-down, fluorescently-lit industrial warehouse that reeks of tobacco smoke, automotive exhaust, and vulcanized rubber. Then go stay there for 10 hours a day, every weekday (and another 4 hours on Saturday) for eight months straight. While you're there, find some pointless, mind-numbingly tedious activity that you could train a monkey to do. Something that requires you to do little more than punch buttons and deal with people you loathe. Do that 3,617 times during the course of those eight months. Then you'll have a pretty good idea of why I'm so burnt out on my job right now and am so damn antsy to leave.

Alas, I still haven't heard from the financial aid offices of EITHER college. So, seeing as the job market here SUCKS and I'm blatantly unqualified to do anything else...

...I might just have to get used to this. Dammit.