Well, the interview was a bust. Said they call back the most qualified people, so I know what that means. Back to the fuckin mill. 
I don't hate the job, I just hate the hours. And the fact that I can't understand for the life of me half of what anybody says. My supervisor (sniff, sniff) knows how I work. Just show me what to do by example once and I'm cool. But everybody else has to make me play charades. They insist on speaking spanglish when telling me what to do and I'm just sittin there goin "What's that? You say Timmy's stuck in the well again? And he owes you five bucks?" The girls are the worse though. They slip in and out of an amercanized accent, making me think they might get out a complete sentence. It irritates me to no end. But no matter. I'll be leaving in 5 weeks anyway. Full time suuuuuuuuuuucks.
(Side notes: The only thing better than coffee and cigarettes is coffee, cigarettes, and cookies. And the only thing better than that is nachos. The Truant is always right, so says the Truant.)
I don't hate the job, I just hate the hours. And the fact that I can't understand for the life of me half of what anybody says. My supervisor (sniff, sniff) knows how I work. Just show me what to do by example once and I'm cool. But everybody else has to make me play charades. They insist on speaking spanglish when telling me what to do and I'm just sittin there goin "What's that? You say Timmy's stuck in the well again? And he owes you five bucks?" The girls are the worse though. They slip in and out of an amercanized accent, making me think they might get out a complete sentence. It irritates me to no end. But no matter. I'll be leaving in 5 weeks anyway. Full time suuuuuuuuuuucks.
(Side notes: The only thing better than coffee and cigarettes is coffee, cigarettes, and cookies. And the only thing better than that is nachos. The Truant is always right, so says the Truant.)