Printing
I am printing documents right now. It has already taken me a half hour. Just to print! Like I'm not even doing anything else. I'm just printing.
No wonder Chermaine delegated it to me. Sitting around printing has got to be the most annoying thing I've done yet. Phone calls are up there too, in terms of undesirable and annoying tasks. But at least if you walk into someone and he/she says, "Hey, what are you doing?" and you say, "I'm making phone calls, you actually sound like you're doing a task of some sort. Even filing sounds like a task. But printing? It doesn't have that certain je ne sais quoi, you know what I mean?
Whatever. There are far worse ways of making money, and speaking of which, I got paid, hehe. And I can write yet another entry on here in between printing. It could be worse.
So that's my job, I guess. The general descriptions that I can tell you are beyond boring. The more interesting stuff, like which studies I'm working on, which diseases, which drugs, which companies, which doctors, etc. I can't tell you because it's all confidential. Maybe I'll start making stuff up so I have something more interesting to write about than printing...
...which I have now been doing for a solid hour...
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...hour and a half...
You know what I mean.
The thing is that all these documents are insanely long and there's insanely many. This is not the job for the environmentalist. Not only do we (the company) use animal testing for the clinical trials, but we kill a lot of trees.
The thing about the job is that I like it much more when I am there as opposed to when I am not there. When I am not at work, yet being asked questions about it, I discover that I hate it. When I am actually here, it's not bad. I know that doesn't make any sense. If it makes you feel any better, Mom doesn't get it either. If you ask me to elaborate, or any other details about the job, I may kill you. So to answer the questions I feel like answering, No, I don't like it, No, I don't hate it, because I can enjoy the getting ready and getting to work, and My life is devoid of meaning so therefore, I don't want to talk about it nor do I want to ask you about your life and be reminded about how mine is devoid of meaning.
I have a few of my own ideas to rectify that, the ideas varying in their level of feasibility. Do not ask what they are (because I won't tell you) and do not offer your own (because I don't want to hear it).
Yes, I'm a little bitter. The funny thing is that this is what I want to tell certain people who don't read this. Although, people who do read this, take heed.
Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not in a bad mood. In fact, I'm in a perfectly decent mood right now. It is a gorgeous day out. I had the chance to discover Princeton a little bit and it's really nice. Expensive, but nice. There's a couple of these fantastic-looking restaurants; I swooned first at the menus and then nearly passed out cold at the prices. This is where a nice rich boyfriend who ate in non-kosher restaurants would come in handy, but we won't talk about that. I'm an independent, working woman, who just got PAID, hehe. I ended up getting lunch and dinner in two less expensive places and was a little disappointed, but dessert was fantastic. I think I'll have to go through the process of figuring out what to get where. In addition to restaurants, I found the public library, which is enormous (it has a shop and a cafe inside), a chocolate shop that makes pretty chocolates, a number of jewelry and clothing stores, a music shop, three liquor/wine shops, a movie theatre, a park, a free jazz concert,bus schedules, and where to get cheaper parking. Mom and I will be the only ones home for dinner tonight so maybe I'll pick her up some Princeton cuisine.
Really nothing else worth talking about.
Still printing....two hours.....