The Enemy: Paper Clips
If I were to go to hell, Satan would devise my torture regimen around paper clips. My hatred for those little metal demons has grown exponentially over the past week and a half in my new job. They jab up under my fingernails, fly off papers at terrifying speeds right for my eyes, and, worst of all, they conjugate. If left undisturbed for any amount of time, a bowl of paper clips will turn into one long strand, interlocking themselves in such a twisted way that separating them becomes an hour-long task. And just as you remove one paper clip from its brethren, another one latches on to the end of the strand! Don't discount the possibility of office supply sentience. I think paper clips are just the worst at hiding it. Who the true master minds are, we may never know...
*eyes her bottle of white-out suspiciously*
This is my round-about way of saying that I got the job I applied for. Actually, they called me the very next day and offered me the job. I count my blessings that I only went a little over a month without work. My savings was draining fast and I needed a job. So when my friend told me there was an opening as a legal secretary at the State Attorney's Office, I jumped on that. So that's what I'm doing now. I'm in training, but I get my own desk on Monday. I'm actually excited about getting a cubicle. How sad is that? I don't plan on being at this job forever, but just having a job right now is a relief. Phew! Plus, I get to read about all the crazy, crazy things people get arrested for. I can't talk about it, but I do know. Oh, how I know.
I am still looking for a car, though. Ug! Car shopping is such a bring-down, it really is. People selling cars are crazy, mean, liars, or a very horrible combination of those things. I'm holding out for the deal of a lifetime with my limited savings. In the meantime, my mom drives me to work on her days off and I drive her to work when she goes in for her twelve hour shifts. It's not great, but I'm not buying a car until I can afford it AND I am absolutely in love with it. Yes, that means I am waiting for that little old lady to sell her 2000 Toyota Camry with 35,000 miles on it for $2,300. Yep, that's the kind of deal I'm holding out for. And why yes, I am blue in the face from holding my breath. Thanks for asking.
And so my awesome life full of mystery, excitement, and complete happiness goes on... in some other dimension. Here, however, I am satisfied that the white-out has not yet decided that I am a commodity. But there's always next week!
*eyes her bottle of white-out suspiciously*
This is my round-about way of saying that I got the job I applied for. Actually, they called me the very next day and offered me the job. I count my blessings that I only went a little over a month without work. My savings was draining fast and I needed a job. So when my friend told me there was an opening as a legal secretary at the State Attorney's Office, I jumped on that. So that's what I'm doing now. I'm in training, but I get my own desk on Monday. I'm actually excited about getting a cubicle. How sad is that? I don't plan on being at this job forever, but just having a job right now is a relief. Phew! Plus, I get to read about all the crazy, crazy things people get arrested for. I can't talk about it, but I do know. Oh, how I know.
I am still looking for a car, though. Ug! Car shopping is such a bring-down, it really is. People selling cars are crazy, mean, liars, or a very horrible combination of those things. I'm holding out for the deal of a lifetime with my limited savings. In the meantime, my mom drives me to work on her days off and I drive her to work when she goes in for her twelve hour shifts. It's not great, but I'm not buying a car until I can afford it AND I am absolutely in love with it. Yes, that means I am waiting for that little old lady to sell her 2000 Toyota Camry with 35,000 miles on it for $2,300. Yep, that's the kind of deal I'm holding out for. And why yes, I am blue in the face from holding my breath. Thanks for asking.
And so my awesome life full of mystery, excitement, and complete happiness goes on... in some other dimension. Here, however, I am satisfied that the white-out has not yet decided that I am a commodity. But there's always next week!