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8 hours and for a good 2/3 of that i only appear to be working. mostly i just stare into space, create super cute necklaces out of the 24949291 paper-clips in the supply closet, and surf the web. sometimes i answer the phone. sometimes i update the one-thousand year old data base. but id much rather not.
my boss is a big scary italian and he called me into the boardroom today to have a "talk." basically he said hed give me 30 days to become a wonderful secretary and as a treat he'd move me up to the position of editor if i did well. hahahaaaaa. financial writing is exactly what i saw myself doing two years ago.
oh and i live in the fucking ghetto. like the ghett-O...w/ an emphasis on the O. this whole thing really sucks.
my boss is a big scary italian and he called me into the boardroom today to have a "talk." basically he said hed give me 30 days to become a wonderful secretary and as a treat he'd move me up to the position of editor if i did well. hahahaaaaa. financial writing is exactly what i saw myself doing two years ago.
oh and i live in the fucking ghetto. like the ghett-O...w/ an emphasis on the O. this whole thing really sucks.