Well, the old temp woman sent an Instant Message earlier this morning. She got hired “permanently” as of today and went through a three hour orientation with human resources.
I was happy for her and got up from my desk and shook her hand. I suggested to her a little birdie put in a good word for her.
The birdie was moi but she laughed it off. As mentioned in my blog, I responded to my headhunter that between the old temp woman and moi, she can have that shit.
I’m feeling sad though because I’ll never forgive those fat bastards and their reptilian pals. And for the fact, I really wasn’t planning to work hard for the rest of my god-damned life.
Really, I don’t miss staying at home and definitely don’t care for staying at this temp job from hell.
What I do care is having my shit repaid.
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