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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
7:19 PM I H8 My J0b I hate it I hate it I hate it!! There are so may things wrong with it. TOO many things wrong with it.. I suspect some sort of Jeremy Beadle style set-up. Problems: 1. I'm surrounded by women. Normally that'd be a good thing. A great thing. And it is to a certain extent- I have to definitely profess my love for Scarlett Johansson Looking Girl, Fanz Ferdinand Bird, Petite Filing Girl With Lovely Bum, Essexy Pot Noodle Girl and OBVIOUSLY Glasses Girl (I've used nicknames to protect identities, I didn't really pay much attention to what their names were anyway). However, the inherent problem with working with women is the fact you're working with women. They constantly blabber on and on incessently about their p*riods, men, their kids/pets or whatever. Each and every single woman complains about having a headache on average three to eight times a day. They can't stop eating! It's like being surrounded by the Cookie Monster and his family. One of them bears an uncanny resemblence to Chunk from the Goonies, and has trouble keeping her kid's medical history from everyone, whether in the office or someone on the phone who got the wrong number. I've heard the same story 63 times- one more than the number of times I've seen Terminator 2 (now THAT was a good story). Being women, they're also rubbish at computers- I managed to teach the vetereran of 10 years today that ctrl+v pastes. 2. The work is hard. Real hard. Harder than an exam in using Ancient Egyptian Algebra To Solve The Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields. Ok, maybe it's not THAT hard, but there are a million different rules, and each one has a million exceptions. And it's bloody boring too! 3. The punishment for using email for your personal use is a papercut on the lips. 4. It's dead end. With the emphasis heavily on dead. I opened a filing cabinet and found a skeleton. Aparently the poor soul filed a deed wrong and was sentenced to stay in there for the rest of the tax year to 'think about what they did'. In a less literal sense, there's no room for progression and no skills to be obtained. One is not impressed. Maybe it's time to put my life long business dream of waking the sleeping giant that is Spud-U-Like and re-opening the chain across the country. Even if I don't, I've got to quit this, or me and my invisible friend Ruddiger will go insane. Leave a comment ::
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