Wednesday Mar 26, 2003

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i dislike my job.

i realize that it's not unusual for someone to dislike their job, and believe me, there is nothing particularly special about my dislike either.

if i could make this journal entry more interesting by filling it with tales of woe, mistreatment, horse's head's left on my desk etc. i would; but alas... i cannot lie.

i think i might know what it is...

the lighting.

flourescent lights are horrible. they make everyone 10 times uglier than they really are, and that low humming noise is slowly driving me crazy.

so, here's a typical office-like picture:

a. a bunch of ugly people.
b. a bunch of ugly people speaking louder than they have to in order to be heard over the incessant hum of the lightbulbs.
c. ugly people fighting insanity while dealing with sore throats from talking too loud.

i spend 8+ hours a day with these people.

i need a new job.
quinn:
hehe.
try workin in an emergency room. crappola...talk about the lighting...and the grief stricken people..and the screamin kids and the loud doctors and the over worked nurses...
whew. had a flashback there for a second.
glad i'm outta there.
kiss
cheer up doll and put your application in somewhere else.
tuesday:
I had this nightmare once where I was a cashier supervisor at a can't be named upscale discount department store (*cough* Target *cough) for almost a year and lost my soul and all faith in humanity from dealing with computers that never worked, teenagers that didn't show up for their shifts, a food service company that never fucking delivered anything that I ordered, supplies that never showed up, an outragous number of credit card applications to get a day, dipshit rednecks who didn't understand that there were company wide policies in place for a reason and no, I could not change them 'just this once' and a manager who was convinced it was all my fault.
Because the stress my health took a nose dive and I ended up in the ER at least a dozen times that year (Quinn was not there. That makes me sad...) and developed an ulcer, resulting in me losing forty pounds in two months and gaining a pile of medical bills that I wouldn't be able to pay if I quit the job from hell. No one could stand being around me because I was pissed off all the time. All of my friends either left me in my misery or wanted to check me into a 'treatment center'.

...and then when I woke up, none of my clothes fit and someone from the hospital keeps calling me...


[Edited on Mar 26, 2003]

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