holliday

It's not breaking news, the fact that I'm not happy at work...and haven't been since just about the moment I stepped into the shop.

But yesterday...I heard myself say the three words that sealed whatever deal I'd make with myself about 'waiting it out.'

I said, "I'm the receptionist." to someone on the phone...

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If you know me at all...then I don't have to go on and explain WHY that is such an encredible dealbreaker...

And I'm so fucking raging mad I'm not even sure how coherent I can be...

Let's just say...this is NOT what I risked it all for.

I SURE didn't walk away from my office CAREER, leave behind everyone I know and love, everything I owned that I couldn't fit into the back of a minivan...sink myself into encredible debt, to pay to be trained and certified in autobody repair JUST so this guy can sit me behind the desk as his receptionist.

I wouldn't step foot into ANY office as part of my job description without an encredibly substantial raise...and NOT as somebody's fucking receptionist.

Oh no...when I work in the office, no fuck that...I have my own stationary...my own business cards...and MY own receptionist to screen MY calls and give ME messages...

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The moral of the story?

I'm outtie...

California can kiss my ass...sorry folks...

Let's start putting our heads together and come up with an escape plan...

I've already shot an email to Houston to ask about Mercedes Benz manhattan...