God, I hate being clerical.
Apr. 2nd, 2009 10:03 amI have to waste an hour of my time taking notes at Fofie's meeting. I've never been to such meeting, so I have no idea what notes I should be taking. I have a feeling she's going to come to me later and ask me to write up minutes, and she can kiss my ass if she expects that. (This is why I'm not cut out for this sort of thing, folks.) I'm so tempted to feign illness and leave early. I hate feeling imposed upon. And if she writes such "horrible notes", why hasn't this been brought up sooner?
The boss recently said he wants me to start learning more about what's done here and go to trainings and meetings and such. Joe and I suspect Fofie spoke to the boss (remember, her brother-in-law) to get me to take notes at her meetings. Unfortunately, I agreed to both his request and hers, because I have a horrible time saying no. I really wanted to say it to Fofie. I really did. I think she knew I did.
RRRGH. Why did I ever start working with the state? (Oh, that's right, Mom.) I don't want this job. Seriously, who wants it? Lucky them I still have Ashworth and a credit card bill to pay off, although I'm going to be good about my spending and get them both paid off earlier than my original planned date in July. That was if I put $100 a paycheck toward each of them. I already went over that with the credit card by paying $150 yesterday. Ashworth is the bigger of the two, but Ashworth can be paid off slower. (I'm only supposed to be paying $49 a month on it.) I'm not messing around with the card. You don't mess around with credit cards.
I want to go home. I want to quit this job, go back to school full-time, get some other job elsewhere that has absolutely nothing to do with office work (unless LaGuardia needs a full-time office assistant, because I wouldn't mind working there).
I need to go home and play with the dog. And I really do think I'm going to skip out early. Fofie can keep taking her crappy notes.
The boss recently said he wants me to start learning more about what's done here and go to trainings and meetings and such. Joe and I suspect Fofie spoke to the boss (remember, her brother-in-law) to get me to take notes at her meetings. Unfortunately, I agreed to both his request and hers, because I have a horrible time saying no. I really wanted to say it to Fofie. I really did. I think she knew I did.
RRRGH. Why did I ever start working with the state? (Oh, that's right, Mom.) I don't want this job. Seriously, who wants it? Lucky them I still have Ashworth and a credit card bill to pay off, although I'm going to be good about my spending and get them both paid off earlier than my original planned date in July. That was if I put $100 a paycheck toward each of them. I already went over that with the credit card by paying $150 yesterday. Ashworth is the bigger of the two, but Ashworth can be paid off slower. (I'm only supposed to be paying $49 a month on it.) I'm not messing around with the card. You don't mess around with credit cards.
I want to go home. I want to quit this job, go back to school full-time, get some other job elsewhere that has absolutely nothing to do with office work (unless LaGuardia needs a full-time office assistant, because I wouldn't mind working there).
I need to go home and play with the dog. And I really do think I'm going to skip out early. Fofie can keep taking her crappy notes.