Life Stealers
Work, it giveth and it taketh away. At this point, what it gives is highly outweighed by what is is taking away! I think I will change this space name to 'Moan-a-Lot' (not in a good way). (was supposed to be on MSN spaces, stoopid no paste function!)
Let's see, I have to work at least one night, ALL NIGHT! 10p.m. til 7a.m., on Christmas Eve! Jesus, that will make Christmas EXTRA Fun. Then with their 'eleven hour rest period', shite! I have tried to explain that subjecting us to less that the period is illegal, but they brush it aside. Then they find that you don't have college for a while and they think 'Oh! So now you can work for us double-time for the same shoddy pay.', not my ideal way to spend my six weeks off college. I come out of that blasted office more annoyed than when I went in! Pretty annoyed going in due to the lack of car parking spaces.
What is this place, Dunnes! I am going to crack, I vowed that I wouldn't work for them again, but I bowed under the pressure. Now I am trapped. I swear I am going to commit a rather gruesome murder using a stapler and some other impliments from the office.
Plus I am the new girl who doesn't care, so I am their excuse for all things that go wrong! Yay, I'm the blame-monkey.
I want to go drinking, and shopping. Possibly simultaneously.Or even do my thesis! There's a plan. Fuck work. LIFE STEALERS.
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Let's see, I have to work at least one night, ALL NIGHT! 10p.m. til 7a.m., on Christmas Eve! Jesus, that will make Christmas EXTRA Fun. Then with their 'eleven hour rest period', shite! I have tried to explain that subjecting us to less that the period is illegal, but they brush it aside. Then they find that you don't have college for a while and they think 'Oh! So now you can work for us double-time for the same shoddy pay.', not my ideal way to spend my six weeks off college. I come out of that blasted office more annoyed than when I went in! Pretty annoyed going in due to the lack of car parking spaces.
What is this place, Dunnes! I am going to crack, I vowed that I wouldn't work for them again, but I bowed under the pressure. Now I am trapped. I swear I am going to commit a rather gruesome murder using a stapler and some other impliments from the office.
Plus I am the new girl who doesn't care, so I am their excuse for all things that go wrong! Yay, I'm the blame-monkey.
I want to go drinking, and shopping. Possibly simultaneously.Or even do my thesis! There's a plan. Fuck work. LIFE STEALERS.
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