This is so interesting, you guys...
I'll tell you what, I'm so glad that job is over (almost a whole week after it was supposed to be over!) It was quite possibly the most boring thing in the history of boring things. Seriously, it was worse than reading a phone book. And this isn't some whimsical comparison, it was pretty much exactly in the same vein.
We had to sort twelve huge bags of raffle tickets and input people's names and addresses into Access so that they may get junk mail in the near future. Thank god I came in at bag 9! SO. BORING. At least when you're reading the phone book you can skip to the funny names. With this, you're forced to read the chicken scratch that's given. And they didn't even have radio or gossip very much. I thought I would die of boredom! Well, the first day, anyway, then I got used to it and started letting my brain wander to whichever song a particular name prompted. Quite a lot of parang was going 'round this week. A lot of people called Yvonne. And I still don't know why it's Christmas day she gone
There were funny names and places, of course, but I was too bored to remember them past about an hour. I vaguely remember some guy called "Pownall" living in somewhere kinda like Failand or something similar and I remember thinking it had to be made up, even as I typed it in anyway. I think there was something about hoes too, but I really can't remember. All a wash. There were loads of Lords and Ladies too. And Earls. I didn't even know these people still existed and entered raffles. Something new everyday.
Anyway, we were supposed to finish today, but the server crashed leading to an hour of ripping stamps off envelopes, for reasons I couldn't quite be bothered to find out, for an hour while they fixed it. Luckily this was after we already got our "Good work, plebs!" congratulatory cake. Mmm...cake... Well, the job's not done, but there wasn't enough left to warrant paying us for another day. Yokatta!
...I dunno why I felt the need to bust out the fangirl Japanese here. Must be the over exposure.
Now what should I do with all my free time. Apply for a real job? Yeah, I think so too.
I got an email from a "headhunter" yesterday. This did not automatically make me think of Gilligan's Island and shrunken heads of course. And I totally won't be singing the theme song every time I see it and should I decide it's legit and call up. Of course not.
We had to sort twelve huge bags of raffle tickets and input people's names and addresses into Access so that they may get junk mail in the near future. Thank god I came in at bag 9! SO. BORING. At least when you're reading the phone book you can skip to the funny names. With this, you're forced to read the chicken scratch that's given. And they didn't even have radio or gossip very much. I thought I would die of boredom! Well, the first day, anyway, then I got used to it and started letting my brain wander to whichever song a particular name prompted. Quite a lot of parang was going 'round this week. A lot of people called Yvonne. And I still don't know why it's Christmas day she gone
There were funny names and places, of course, but I was too bored to remember them past about an hour. I vaguely remember some guy called "Pownall" living in somewhere kinda like Failand or something similar and I remember thinking it had to be made up, even as I typed it in anyway. I think there was something about hoes too, but I really can't remember. All a wash. There were loads of Lords and Ladies too. And Earls. I didn't even know these people still existed and entered raffles. Something new everyday.
Anyway, we were supposed to finish today, but the server crashed leading to an hour of ripping stamps off envelopes, for reasons I couldn't quite be bothered to find out, for an hour while they fixed it. Luckily this was after we already got our "Good work, plebs!" congratulatory cake. Mmm...cake... Well, the job's not done, but there wasn't enough left to warrant paying us for another day. Yokatta!
...I dunno why I felt the need to bust out the fangirl Japanese here. Must be the over exposure.
Now what should I do with all my free time. Apply for a real job? Yeah, I think so too.
I got an email from a "headhunter" yesterday. This did not automatically make me think of Gilligan's Island and shrunken heads of course. And I totally won't be singing the theme song every time I see it and should I decide it's legit and call up. Of course not.