Stabbity stab.

The boss left a note on my desk telling me to draft a note to the director of the SEFA campaign, from him, telling the guy that we need a new plaque to put our "platinum bar" (for outstanding per capita) on since the old plaque is filled up (and has been since 2002, apparently). I typed something up and sent it to him, but because my boss supposedly has this thing with checking his e-mail, he didn't know I sent it to him. Turns out SEFA sent us a plaque, but only for this year. I just got it from the mailroom and it felt like a plaque, so I told the boss that's what it might be. He gives it back to me and goes, "Why don't you open it and see?"

Because it's your mail? Because it's not addressed to me? Because I'm not your servant girl?

He looks at it once I've taken it out of the padded envelope/packing material, gives it to me, and says "Why don't you leave it out there?" as in, outside his office, by the wall where the others are.

You know, if I'd actually gotten my driver's license, I could be possibly transferring to the residential center in Goshen. We pass the sign for it whenever we head through Goshen on the way to I-84 (or the other way to 17). They have an opening for my job.

Gah. Home. Now.

In other news...

... I've been ignoring my friends list something fierce over the past few days. I didn't touch LJ all weekend and only got on it today to whine at work. Several people need hugs (and some don't have comments enabled, you naughty people), so hugs to anyone who needs them.

Asked Mom if she could think of anything I could do that DOESN'T involve being a clerical assistant, because if I switch jobs to end up with another guy like my current boss, I'll throw myself out the window. Was told to get my license since the stuff she can think of requires a license. Yeah, pretty much. -_- So I'll have to get on that. Will not do another clerical job, though. Earlier at work, I saw the opening in Goshen and was like, "YES." But I probably wouldn't be happy there, either. Switching jobs doesn't fix anything when you're doing the same thing you hated doing at the previous job.

... It's really late and I need to go to bed, but I want a snack. I think I'll grab a couple Oreos or something.