Ugh
Well worthwhile experiment I suppose, if only they hadn't LIED to me. No cold calling my ass!! When three people in a row yell at me for calling them and inform me that they have requested to be removed from your damn list at least four times, I start getting annoyed. This is just sad, sure more money and benefits but... you people have turned me off the entire industry. My only creative outlet in this regard will be right fucking here from now on. (And the few freelance jobs I happen to stumble across) I am not interested in dealing with self-serving primadonnas, I much prefer my quiet, private middle-aged ladies.
And so, I return to what was once my hell, now it seems more like a mildly unpleasant (at times) purgatory between when I let the weed get the best of me and left school and when I reclaimed my time (and my lungs) and returned. At least now I know I want to be a programmer, not something I would have figured out without my extended stay in this odd drug-haze riddled company.
Sometimes we don't know what we're missing until we leave for awhile. And now I will do what I should have and LIGHTEN UP. And finally finish that damn bartending licence 'cause being employable when I escape to the caribbean or wherever we end up, is kinda essential.
See you on the flipside, lovies!!
heheheheee... wait, does this mean I can have blue hair?! I think it just might! LOL Maybe I should take it easy for a bit tho... we'll see how the next couple weeks pan out. Wish me luck! I hate quitting but at least now I only have to quit with the stone cold bitch queen and not a really cool guy who has done me a number of favours and gotten me tickets to a number of concerts.
At least I stomped that monkey tho, it was a little more like a gorilla on my back for awhile, now she's back to a cute little chimp. I
my Mary Jane!
Well worthwhile experiment I suppose, if only they hadn't LIED to me. No cold calling my ass!! When three people in a row yell at me for calling them and inform me that they have requested to be removed from your damn list at least four times, I start getting annoyed. This is just sad, sure more money and benefits but... you people have turned me off the entire industry. My only creative outlet in this regard will be right fucking here from now on. (And the few freelance jobs I happen to stumble across) I am not interested in dealing with self-serving primadonnas, I much prefer my quiet, private middle-aged ladies.
And so, I return to what was once my hell, now it seems more like a mildly unpleasant (at times) purgatory between when I let the weed get the best of me and left school and when I reclaimed my time (and my lungs) and returned. At least now I know I want to be a programmer, not something I would have figured out without my extended stay in this odd drug-haze riddled company.
Sometimes we don't know what we're missing until we leave for awhile. And now I will do what I should have and LIGHTEN UP. And finally finish that damn bartending licence 'cause being employable when I escape to the caribbean or wherever we end up, is kinda essential.
See you on the flipside, lovies!!
heheheheee... wait, does this mean I can have blue hair?! I think it just might! LOL Maybe I should take it easy for a bit tho... we'll see how the next couple weeks pan out. Wish me luck! I hate quitting but at least now I only have to quit with the stone cold bitch queen and not a really cool guy who has done me a number of favours and gotten me tickets to a number of concerts.
At least I stomped that monkey tho, it was a little more like a gorilla on my back for awhile, now she's back to a cute little chimp. I
my Mary Jane!
lycoris:
Blue! BLUE!