Want out this week! Not really excited at this temp job from hell. Not sure about any new “bid proposals.” Seems like Marie keeping to self and barely said “hi” Friday morning.
Old/bearded guy, some other brunette project manager said “hi”. I greeted/welcomed back Paulina. Nick, the vegan fruit-wad, said “freaking” outloud. Patricia said “crazy” out loud as I walked by.
One tall guy screamed aloud something about more “termination”. I just yawned, not concerned because I’m NOT planning to stay!
I liked the place it initially – a backdoor nearby for talking personal calls outdoors, a bathroom nearby with STRONG overhead fan for sucking out poo-poo smells and with a high sink so I don’t have to bend over while washing my face after walk or spitting after brushing.
But the door leading to the warehouse slams too loudly. There’s no way I’m staying! No way! Heck no! Don’t want it! Don’t need it! I want to go!
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