Dear LJ tagging system.

I love you.

I've just found an LJ entry dated from 2008 where I complain about having to work for 25 hours a week and that it was my boss who told me to do it.

Kippur.

Hey boss?

Thanks for killing the small bit of joy that I got from coming to work.

My desire to be a productive and working member of your staff has now hit - ∞. I don't know if that's possible, but it has been done.

I am just so fucking pissed off right now.

I can't even think straight.

I was asked to work 25 hours a week but have only been officially listed as working 23 hours a week. As such, I don't qualify for benefits like sick leave and vacation time.

Yeah.

This week officially blows.


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Does it make me a Mary Sue if I can convince professors of abilities I don't possess without even knowing that I do it?

Apparently one of the professors thinks very highly of my Hebrew typing skills. Enough that he told a student to come to me for help with it.

... I wish I had that.

It would make work a lot easier if I did.

I may have just suggested buying World War Z for the library.

I dun wanna be the efficient reserves person any more.

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