twelvis

ah i'm back.

so that temp job i took. what a horrible kafka-esqe joke. i get to the place and they don't even have a computer set up for me. i sit in this cubicle filled with boxes. because they don't have a computer set up, nor do they seem to even be in the process of getting me one (90% of the work i'm sposed to do is on the compy) i'm forced to spend all day making copies and sending faxes. the two girls who are "training" me somehow never talk to each other, so one assumes the other trained me to do something she didn't. so i do something and neglect to do one part of the thing, because i wasn't taught to do so, it turns out wrong and they get pissy at me for making a mistake.

so i get a call last night saying not to go back on monday, because "i'm not picking it up fast enough." what a fucking joke. i can't even see it from their point of view. it was completely mindless and disorganized. i hate that horrible evil phone company with their dorky commercials and draconian service contracts.

and i'm sitting here sulking and thinking how i made such rediculous career choices and how i let that retard recruiter get my expectations so low. i'm all sorts of pissed. i tried working out but that made me only more pissed. and my parents are going on and on about how i have to call monday and find out what happened. ok dad i heard you the first dozen times you said it, shut the fuck up now please.

and i'm also sitting here thinking about how mad i am that i lost a mindless surreal job at an evil corporation, a job that i hated from the first minute i started. and i can't drink my troubles away since i stopped drinking. and i can't go see sonic youth and hang out with my bros and hos in central park cos i'm broke. i think i'll play sim city until i go blind.