The joys of wage slavery
Oct. 30th, 2003 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3I think I'm growing disenchanted with my job.
I'm not sure why I say this. Maybe it's because I've taken to using vocabulry to describe my customers that, had I been using it even six months ago, I'd've had to slap myself.
Maybe it's because I left work the other day saying, "This was fun. Let's do this again when hell freezes over."
Maybe it's because, when the Pepsi machine in the employee lounge hesitated for 4 seconds before delivering my caffeine, I started pounding the machine with my fist and screaming, "GIVE ME MY DRUGS!"
Either way, I'm on a split shift today, which means I have to go back at 6 p.m. I don't wanna.
I'm not sure why I say this. Maybe it's because I've taken to using vocabulry to describe my customers that, had I been using it even six months ago, I'd've had to slap myself.
Maybe it's because I left work the other day saying, "This was fun. Let's do this again when hell freezes over."
Maybe it's because, when the Pepsi machine in the employee lounge hesitated for 4 seconds before delivering my caffeine, I started pounding the machine with my fist and screaming, "GIVE ME MY DRUGS!"
Either way, I'm on a split shift today, which means I have to go back at 6 p.m. I don't wanna.
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Date: 2003-10-30 11:34 am (UTC)Welcome, brother...
Date: 2003-10-30 01:24 pm (UTC)