Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Hallelujah for love. I hate my job. I was hired for the role of 'office manager/project coordinator' under the impression that the emphasis would be on the 'project coordinator' portion of the job. They used words like 'engaging' and 'exciting' and 'challenging' when they interviewed me, and suggested that the office manager portion would consist of basic admin duties, but would only comprise a small part of my day. As it turns out, I spend 80% of my time answering the phone (for other offices - they have their phones forwarded to me) and booking travel for people from another branch. The other 20% of my time is for photocopying, filing, buying doughnuts, and basically responding to whatever ridiculous, petty requests the engineers have. For instance, on Thursday I was asked to submit a project authorization form to our accounting office for a new job. I did this, and when accounting approved the job, I forwarded their email - together with the attached authorization form - to the resident engineer in our office as an FYI. Friday: "Sure, engineer (even though you could have printed the fecking attachment yourself, you lazy sod! The printer's closer to you than it is to me, anyway!)" So, I print off the (DOUBLE SIDED!!) form, take it into his office and place it on his desk. "Here you go, engineer." "Thanks... OH! Wait. Could you actually 3 hole punch it for me?" Are you fucking serious??? Are you seriously asking me to walk the 3 steps away from your desk to 3 hole punch a piece of paper for you that you should have fecking printed off in the first place???? I'll give you something to 3 hole punch, buddy... But, of course, I did it and said nothing. Because I'm a pathetic, spineless Gumby working a grunt job. I've unofficially changed my title from 'office manager/project coordinator' to 'operator/travel agent/3-hole-puncher'. Yes, yes... it's very glamorous, and NO I will not speak at career day at your child's school - I'm fully booked. Sorry. All I can say is thank god I got that degree in English, or who knows where I'd be. But I love my husband. He's my rock and my wings. So, Hallelujah for love. HALLELUJAH! |