So, as some of you might know, the thing I hate most in an office environment (aside from assinine politics and maneuvering) is filing.
And, what did I do the first day of my new job? I spent the day filing.
Yeah. Not too thrilled. I kind of went there to use my leet accounting skillz, and they only want me for my alphabetizeness. Not that their files aren't a fucking mess. NO ONE can keep straight how they're dealing with initials.
AND THERE WERE NO SHOPPING CARTS AT THE STORE (at least, not where they were accessible, and I wasn't going to fucking go back outside into the pouring rain to get one because lazy-ass store employees hadn't done their fucking job). So, I just got the bare bones and chocolate.
The only bright spot in the day was realizing that, as A/R clerk at Veolia, I'd actually CALLED the company I now work for to sort out a check problem--theirs, not ours. Or rather, Maywhatsit's, not Veolia's.
It should go without saying that I would like some Sam/Kara porn, pls.
And, what did I do the first day of my new job? I spent the day filing.
Yeah. Not too thrilled. I kind of went there to use my leet accounting skillz, and they only want me for my alphabetizeness. Not that their files aren't a fucking mess. NO ONE can keep straight how they're dealing with initials.
AND THERE WERE NO SHOPPING CARTS AT THE STORE (at least, not where they were accessible, and I wasn't going to fucking go back outside into the pouring rain to get one because lazy-ass store employees hadn't done their fucking job). So, I just got the bare bones and chocolate.
The only bright spot in the day was realizing that, as A/R clerk at Veolia, I'd actually CALLED the company I now work for to sort out a check problem--theirs, not ours. Or rather, Maywhatsit's, not Veolia's.
It should go without saying that I would like some Sam/Kara porn, pls.