I just find it so amazing that people give me stuff to do, like opening up a box, inspecting a shipment and "preparing it for display" when doing the first thing would take 20 seconds for them to do themselves and the latter 2 things, I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to be looking for/doing and I'm pretty sure that it's not going to get done until after lunch b/c i have 2039432049 gazillion other things everyone else has asked me to do. I realized during the morning meeting, I'm the person in this place that does the most work--which I wouldn't mind terribly except that whenever anyone FORGETS to give me their work to do, I get blamed for it. Clairvoyancey wasn't in the Craigslist post.
I'm so sick of everything here that I made a pathetic cry for help by trying to hole-punch my right index finger...actually it was an accident, but in retrospect, if I hadn't been daydreaming of waiting tables it probably wouldn't have happened. I briefly cursed myself for not actually punch a hole through my finger because that would've meant something exciting in this vapid, light-trafficking world would have happened and I would've gotten a ride in an ambulance out of it.
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I could just do that all day.
