no habla englais or something...
Jan. 28th, 2004 03:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gfrancieToday was a slightly more demeaning day at work. Somewhere in my job description they must have written new things.
I was doing my daily dusting which is something I do not terribly mind. It is fairly calm work and I do it when I have a free moment.
Today I was told I needed to clean where the waste paper baskets are at work. Which amusingly enough are not that tidy. It was really quite pathetic, there I was on my knees using a cleaning product that made me sick to my stomach, and making sure the cheaply made up wood looked nice. In a place no one ever looks.
It put me off the rest of the day.
Of course being told by management, "hey we are 12% over plan but that isn't good enough because of such and such." Left a rather bitter taste in my mouth. I don't believe I was the only one.
A co-worker and I were fantasizing about quitting in the middle of a shift and saying, "fuck this."
It was one of those days.
People are responding to this juvenile no-hat policy by wearing scarves on their heads.
I think I need some mother-fucking candy.
I think I need to find something else to do. I hate waking up in the mornings.
Right now I have in my head in a loop a phrase best summed up by David Sedaris's brother "the rooster"
"Fuck it, motherfucker that shit don't me fuck to me."
I am in the foulest of moods at the moment.
On my damn knees...cleaning. You know they have janitors at my fucking job.
I thought my job was to help people find books.
I was doing my daily dusting which is something I do not terribly mind. It is fairly calm work and I do it when I have a free moment.
Today I was told I needed to clean where the waste paper baskets are at work. Which amusingly enough are not that tidy. It was really quite pathetic, there I was on my knees using a cleaning product that made me sick to my stomach, and making sure the cheaply made up wood looked nice. In a place no one ever looks.
It put me off the rest of the day.
Of course being told by management, "hey we are 12% over plan but that isn't good enough because of such and such." Left a rather bitter taste in my mouth. I don't believe I was the only one.
A co-worker and I were fantasizing about quitting in the middle of a shift and saying, "fuck this."
It was one of those days.
People are responding to this juvenile no-hat policy by wearing scarves on their heads.
I think I need some mother-fucking candy.
I think I need to find something else to do. I hate waking up in the mornings.
Right now I have in my head in a loop a phrase best summed up by David Sedaris's brother "the rooster"
"Fuck it, motherfucker that shit don't me fuck to me."
I am in the foulest of moods at the moment.
On my damn knees...cleaning. You know they have janitors at my fucking job.
I thought my job was to help people find books.
