Dear Lawd Gawd,
WTF? This temp job from hell is so freaking boring. I should hope y’all aren’t gonna ‘fence’ me in too long because it’s too slow, too quiet, too small, and too freaking cold! That’s correct! Now I’ll end up bringing my portable heater! WTF?
First, I drove around and around for a good ten minutes until I decided (since I couldn’t parallel park correctly) to park 1/8 miles away, around the corner. There’s no freaking parking, a parking lot, or a garage or carport. This is the first time that I’d have to WALK to get to work. Thank goodness I have my roller cart with wheels for my junk! Ugh
Second, they don’t have a spreadsheet application for ‘accounting’ stuff, since I’m doing mediocre payroll, such as using a TimeCard Tabulator II to calculate hours from weekly time card prior to plugging the detail into this slow-ass dedicated shit. OMG! And the dedicated software application is still freaking thinking!
Cathy was having a bad day. But with her short thickness, curly blond locks, and old tats, I’m sure I’ll survive not one more week! Dammit!
WTF? Third, there’s no coffee maker, only a wall of Kirkland cases of bottled water. So far I scrunched up a plastic bottle to take home and recycle. It’s good for the environment and wortg five hard-earned pennies!
Fourth, Kill me now. WTF! Ugh! But I shouldn’t complain. Forgive me for though the distance is only ten minutes away, the traffic makes it twice as horrible. Terrible.
I’m not happy. I was actually taking a nap at this dusty desk. It appears that the place has moved from the corner most building to this one on the right. But that was years ago. There was a paper sign with an arrow for directions on the main door.
Alex was waiting in the car, greeted me, opened the front business door to an empty receptionist desk, and let me into the one story place. He’s a tall whitish lanky guy and Alene is a nice groovy hippie.
With fangs grinding,
Evil Kitty
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