My life as a government drone
Once again I'm here at my desk trying to look like I'm working.
This place is the ultimate in the latest advancements in boredom. No one comes by ever and while my job description is answer the phones, they hardly ever ring. It is very quiet, and for any of you who know me will know how impossibly difficult this must be for me. The lady I work with whispers half the things she says because those things are "unprofessional" to say. I can't do it!!! I'm just incapable of being quiet.
Building on the drudgery, there are hardly any young people here at all. I fawn over anyone who looks under 35. Anyone, they don't even have to be particularly attractive. Yesterday, I almost asked a guy out with one eyebrow. I fear for my standards.
A girl walked in today for an interview for the job I am currently filling. She was young and pretty. All I could help thinking wa "What are you doing here? you are too young and vibrant for a hole such as this. Get out while you still can."
Additionally, I met a co-workers daughter, who also happens to work here. She is my age, but I can tell we would have nothing in common. whatever, but then I noticed that she had her tonails french manicured. Nothing says high mainenence like french pedicure. Like Pedicures aren't expensive enough! You need french tips too?! So I've come to the conclusion that if you have your tonails french manicured, YOU ARE A BAD PERSON.
So I'm actually considering going back to retail, Hey at least it isn't boring. People who work in retail are most always different interesting people, it's probably because they are insane.
*sigh* At least I have ths SFFG BBQ to look forward to, ahhh, newbies to corrupt YUM!
This place is the ultimate in the latest advancements in boredom. No one comes by ever and while my job description is answer the phones, they hardly ever ring. It is very quiet, and for any of you who know me will know how impossibly difficult this must be for me. The lady I work with whispers half the things she says because those things are "unprofessional" to say. I can't do it!!! I'm just incapable of being quiet.
Building on the drudgery, there are hardly any young people here at all. I fawn over anyone who looks under 35. Anyone, they don't even have to be particularly attractive. Yesterday, I almost asked a guy out with one eyebrow. I fear for my standards.
A girl walked in today for an interview for the job I am currently filling. She was young and pretty. All I could help thinking wa "What are you doing here? you are too young and vibrant for a hole such as this. Get out while you still can."
Additionally, I met a co-workers daughter, who also happens to work here. She is my age, but I can tell we would have nothing in common. whatever, but then I noticed that she had her tonails french manicured. Nothing says high mainenence like french pedicure. Like Pedicures aren't expensive enough! You need french tips too?! So I've come to the conclusion that if you have your tonails french manicured, YOU ARE A BAD PERSON.
So I'm actually considering going back to retail, Hey at least it isn't boring. People who work in retail are most always different interesting people, it's probably because they are insane.
*sigh* At least I have ths SFFG BBQ to look forward to, ahhh, newbies to corrupt YUM!