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nabbed...
sigh.
No more reams of fic while at work. Boss-lady came by and was all upset that I was typing... whilst waiting for the fucking mainframe queries to go through. Apparently, I'm *supposed* to twiddle my thumbs while I wait twenty fucking minutes for the god-damn mother-fucking servers to spit out the information I need.
Then she brought me other work (busywork).
I don't hate this job, but I spend three-fourths of it trying to understand how hard it is to pay a fucking invoice in the correct amount. It's not like the number isn't circled and in bold.
Wait. I keep forgetting the general public as a whole has all of the mental capacity of my juice.
Probably an insult to my juice.
Still. I suppose it could be worse. They could have fired me for writing fanfiction on company time.
No more reams of fic while at work. Boss-lady came by and was all upset that I was typing... whilst waiting for the fucking mainframe queries to go through. Apparently, I'm *supposed* to twiddle my thumbs while I wait twenty fucking minutes for the god-damn mother-fucking servers to spit out the information I need.
Then she brought me other work (busywork).
I don't hate this job, but I spend three-fourths of it trying to understand how hard it is to pay a fucking invoice in the correct amount. It's not like the number isn't circled and in bold.
Wait. I keep forgetting the general public as a whole has all of the mental capacity of my juice.
Probably an insult to my juice.
Still. I suppose it could be worse. They could have fired me for writing fanfiction on company time.
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I feel your pain, for I deal with some incredibly stoopid people on a daily basis. And what's sad? Most of them are the juice on the level of Sunny Delight, which is fructose crap, and not real juice. Oh, for a day full of Minute Maid goodness!