Working sucked. My co-workers were awesome. I came home wet, covered with mud, chemicals, ice, snow, and who knows what else, all over me. But there were laughs and snorts and flying spit/snot.
We are hiring again, full and part time. It says so in the sign right infront, lit up and clear 'Now hiring full and part time positions'. As I walked out on my lunch, these two girls probably a year or two younger than me, were walking across the driveway. Seeing my shirt which gave me away as the ultimate scum of the earth, a.k.a. an employee at a very disgusting place, one of them pointed to the sign and asked me if we were hiring.
I was tempted to say, 'no, actually we just have that up there for the shits and giggles of it all'. Quickly rethinking that I might be working with one of them in a few days, I said, very nicely might I add, that we are, and that you just walk in the door, and ask the cashier for an application. I came back twenty minutes later and they were walking around in the parking lot across the street, trying to understand the application filling-in process.
I am 1 of 4 women at work. I work with about 18 more males. I LOVED it when it was just Rhonda and I working there, with the guys. The addition of two more irritated me, but I'm over it and acquaintenced with both. I think I might have to start peeing on everything to mark that it's my territory. I'm getting territorial about my job place when it comes to other females being hired. I'll pee on everything and everyone inside if I have to.
What can I say, I like getting attention from the guys?
I don't get it anywhere else.
My fingers are frozen, and my feet are finally thawing. My clothes are hung up drying, and I'm in yesterdays clothes with a bath robe on. I'm ready to go to bed. My room is the coldest in the house, though, I'm not going in there alone.
The basement used to be in first place for arctic-cold adventures, but my parents put in one of those pellet stoves. If I'm not hogging the computer, I'm in the basement sitting infront of the warmth. Or infront of the stove in the family room. So now, my room has become the dungeon, cold and dark and in need of some lively action. Hah. Someone go put a stove in my room too.
We finally got my birthday cake. Carrot cake, too! Only two days late, but that just means it's not yet gone already. Give me an hour.
We are hiring again, full and part time. It says so in the sign right infront, lit up and clear 'Now hiring full and part time positions'. As I walked out on my lunch, these two girls probably a year or two younger than me, were walking across the driveway. Seeing my shirt which gave me away as the ultimate scum of the earth, a.k.a. an employee at a very disgusting place, one of them pointed to the sign and asked me if we were hiring.
I was tempted to say, 'no, actually we just have that up there for the shits and giggles of it all'. Quickly rethinking that I might be working with one of them in a few days, I said, very nicely might I add, that we are, and that you just walk in the door, and ask the cashier for an application. I came back twenty minutes later and they were walking around in the parking lot across the street, trying to understand the application filling-in process.
I am 1 of 4 women at work. I work with about 18 more males. I LOVED it when it was just Rhonda and I working there, with the guys. The addition of two more irritated me, but I'm over it and acquaintenced with both. I think I might have to start peeing on everything to mark that it's my territory. I'm getting territorial about my job place when it comes to other females being hired. I'll pee on everything and everyone inside if I have to.
What can I say, I like getting attention from the guys?
I don't get it anywhere else.
My fingers are frozen, and my feet are finally thawing. My clothes are hung up drying, and I'm in yesterdays clothes with a bath robe on. I'm ready to go to bed. My room is the coldest in the house, though, I'm not going in there alone.
The basement used to be in first place for arctic-cold adventures, but my parents put in one of those pellet stoves. If I'm not hogging the computer, I'm in the basement sitting infront of the warmth. Or infront of the stove in the family room. So now, my room has become the dungeon, cold and dark and in need of some lively action. Hah. Someone go put a stove in my room too.
We finally got my birthday cake. Carrot cake, too! Only two days late, but that just means it's not yet gone already. Give me an hour.
niobe:
Where do you work?
cmaxwell:
ok, short stuff. start barking out some orders for me. I will comply.