Right now, this is a job.
If I advance any higher, this would be my career.
And if this were my career, I'd have to throw myself in front of a train.
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- My name is [redacted] and I'm reclaiming just a bit of my anonymity. I was not harassed by identity theives or stalkers, but have learned that Google is 50% your enemy. I work at an undisclosed location in a green cubicle. I hate bird noises, alien movies and chapped lips. I am consistently mildly cranky. But at least I'm consistent.
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6 comments:
Ah yes the great suicide by train. Is it just me or does that have feel of romance to it?
At least your not gonna wipe peoples asses for a living....
Wait that's me!
Bad day?
Here's some direction:
Take this to heart and hear my advice, pull down your pants, and slide on the ice...... jobs are jobs.....they are suppose to suck, that's why they pay you.
**** only valid advise during cold months.
Ah ha ha. I hear you.
Umm . . and I KNOW I'm guilty of making your day worse . .once you left work.
You can kill me Saturday afternoon. The offending friend called me yesterday and played kissy face and I bought it. She also swore on a stack of bibles that she IMMEDIATELY responded to the email you sent her . .. I knew you didn't get it . . . so I, with the help of your ex roommate (who was at offending friends house egging this on), permitted her to call you to explain.
It had to happen anyway, she's going to be at the Thanksgiving shindig Saturday night.
I throw myself at your feet, FORGIVE me. (and then call me so I know what the hell all was said, she ACTUALLY sounded sincere in missing you and being sorry for whatever transgressions occurred)
I don't think most of us ever plan on doing what we end up doing as a career.
Most of us don't have the luxury of doing what we enjoy doing as a job, and most of us don't have perfect co-workers.
If you are good at what you do and do well, you'd get recognized, promoted, and amass experience, and then other doors will open for you.
So then you don't have to throw yourself in front of a train.
and oh...
Happy Thanksgiving.
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