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Warning: a rant is coming on....
So I'm starting my second week on the job tomorrow (today). I've given a lot of thought to how I'm feeling/dealing with my new circumstances. I've come to two conclusions; I could grow to love it and for now, I fucking hate it. I think I'll enjoy it a bit more as I get through my training (this computer system we work with is confusing) and loosen up a bit. It seems like one big cluster-fuck from the moment I walk in to the moment I leave. I can say this regarding what I really hate; most of my co-workers are shit bags. They don't care, they are impatient, they are rude and from what I can see they're only there for one of two reasons 1/ A pay check or 2/ They want to impose their fucking miserable lives on everyone around them (under the guise of "sharing") but the people in their personal life have either long since hauled ass away from them or have expressed that they're sick and fucking tired of hearing it, so they come to work and impose on strangers and co-workers (who like those in their personal lives, really don't give two shits and have better things to do with their day). My advise to them? Get a fucking blog fuckers!!!! Spill all of your shit into a journal and go to work the next day with a fucking smile on your face. There are people in the world that would give anything to have your job you ungrateful dick wads! In summary, they can blow me.
To end my rant on a more pleasant note, D has been amazingly supportive and understanding of my response to this transition. He's been there and now he sees me there and is trying to do everything he can to make it better. So yeah, the bathroom that is my job smells like shit but at least I can depend on D to have my back with some air freshener.
Moving on, D started a weeks worth of overnight shifts tonight which is depressing. He works from 11pm to 7:30am and I'll be working from 10am to 5pm for at least the next 7 days. These overnight shifts were inconvenient before but they really bother me now because I can't change my schedule to his and stay up until he gets home like I used to.
I have a lot more to say but I need pay some bills and go to bed.
So I'm starting my second week on the job tomorrow (today). I've given a lot of thought to how I'm feeling/dealing with my new circumstances. I've come to two conclusions; I could grow to love it and for now, I fucking hate it. I think I'll enjoy it a bit more as I get through my training (this computer system we work with is confusing) and loosen up a bit. It seems like one big cluster-fuck from the moment I walk in to the moment I leave. I can say this regarding what I really hate; most of my co-workers are shit bags. They don't care, they are impatient, they are rude and from what I can see they're only there for one of two reasons 1/ A pay check or 2/ They want to impose their fucking miserable lives on everyone around them (under the guise of "sharing") but the people in their personal life have either long since hauled ass away from them or have expressed that they're sick and fucking tired of hearing it, so they come to work and impose on strangers and co-workers (who like those in their personal lives, really don't give two shits and have better things to do with their day). My advise to them? Get a fucking blog fuckers!!!! Spill all of your shit into a journal and go to work the next day with a fucking smile on your face. There are people in the world that would give anything to have your job you ungrateful dick wads! In summary, they can blow me.
To end my rant on a more pleasant note, D has been amazingly supportive and understanding of my response to this transition. He's been there and now he sees me there and is trying to do everything he can to make it better. So yeah, the bathroom that is my job smells like shit but at least I can depend on D to have my back with some air freshener.
Moving on, D started a weeks worth of overnight shifts tonight which is depressing. He works from 11pm to 7:30am and I'll be working from 10am to 5pm for at least the next 7 days. These overnight shifts were inconvenient before but they really bother me now because I can't change my schedule to his and stay up until he gets home like I used to.
I have a lot more to say but I need pay some bills and go to bed.
Labels: It’s Work Therefore I Bitch
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