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On my second week of work and they're saying they're going to extend it by one, maybe two more weeks. On one hand... yay work but on the other...
I think it's driving my insane. I hate it. Well, the company isn't bad. They've got a third woman in to help out as well and she's alright. But I don't think I can take much more data entry. By mid afternoon all the numbers are blurring together and I get headaches sometimes too. I do take breaks from the computer with Elaine but one of the women working the main office - we're in a separate room off from there - gives us dirty looks every time we leave the room. >_>
Speaking of dirty looks...
Fridays at the place I'm working are Casual Fridays. So last Friday, it being a nice day, I was just in a simple vest top and jeans. And I'm thinking maybe that was the reason the nun on my bus back to Sunderland gave me a really nasty look. I can't really think of any other reason. Unless there is something about me that screams 'FILTHY HERETIC' or something. >_>
But anyway. Work is mind-numbingly boring but it's work. I am still not happy about having to get three buses there every morning. I can't wait for it to be over. The first thing I'm going to do once it's finished is sleep. I shall spend a day in bed, just relaxing. And then, when I finally get up, I'll probably be on the phone to the jobcentre, signing back on, which I'm really not looking forward to but I can't be without money.
I think it's driving my insane. I hate it. Well, the company isn't bad. They've got a third woman in to help out as well and she's alright. But I don't think I can take much more data entry. By mid afternoon all the numbers are blurring together and I get headaches sometimes too. I do take breaks from the computer with Elaine but one of the women working the main office - we're in a separate room off from there - gives us dirty looks every time we leave the room. >_>
Speaking of dirty looks...
Fridays at the place I'm working are Casual Fridays. So last Friday, it being a nice day, I was just in a simple vest top and jeans. And I'm thinking maybe that was the reason the nun on my bus back to Sunderland gave me a really nasty look. I can't really think of any other reason. Unless there is something about me that screams 'FILTHY HERETIC' or something. >_>
But anyway. Work is mind-numbingly boring but it's work. I am still not happy about having to get three buses there every morning. I can't wait for it to be over. The first thing I'm going to do once it's finished is sleep. I shall spend a day in bed, just relaxing. And then, when I finally get up, I'll probably be on the phone to the jobcentre, signing back on, which I'm really not looking forward to but I can't be without money.