So I totally love that all the ads for receptionists and front desk people honestly consider it reasonable to ask for 2-3 years receptionist or front desk experience. Because if I had been a receptionist for the past three years, I would totally be thinking to myself... What on earth am I going to do with myself now? Oh, I know, I should be a receptionist again!
And, really, what exactly is there to learn about being a receptionist in the second and third year that you didn't learn in the first? How complicated do they really think it could possibly be?
Anyway, I'm thinking about waiting tables. I always pictured myself just dropping stuff everywhere if I were a waitress, but when I think about the huge armfulls of stuff I carry around work and up and down ladders while still helping customers in between, I think I could handle it. And that definitely wouldn't interfere with class schedules, and if I worked someplace busy I could probably make similar money to what I make now by just working on Friday and Saturday nights and then just one or two other times during the week. No benefits, though, that would suck. But it's just a thought.
Last night while driving home after another stressful night of work, I almost hit a rabbit. I didn't hit him, but I almost did. He ran in front of my car and froze in terror at the last second, and I went zooming right over the poor little guy. I didn't realize at first if I'd hit him or not, and when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him still in the road, standing there just frozen in fear, I freaked out and started crying.
Now, I am a rather sensitive girl who likes animals and has never hit a living thing with her car before, sure. But I don't think that kind of thing would normally get me so upset if I hadn't just finished another seven hours at the lovely Bed Bath & Beyond.
All day, every day, I greet people obsessively and practically stalk them with a ridiculous grin, just about begging them to let me help them, just because that's what that company thinks customers want. The people I work for send secret shoppers in after me to make sure I'm doing what they want, whether real-life customers like it or not. And I'm so scared of getting a bad grade from one of their little spies that I spend my time shouting out desperate greetings to people who pretend they can't hear me even though I'm right next to them, or who yell at me or make sarcastic comments to me because they feel oppressed or harrassed.
If it were up to me, I wouldn't be acting anywhere near the way that I do at work. But, unfortunately, what I'm paid to do is to go about playing this role, and when it upsets people, they don't get angry at managment or at the company, they just get angry at me, even though I'm not like that at all. And then at the end of the day there's this little rabbit in the road that is absolutely terrified of me, and it just makes me feel absolutely horrible because I didn't mean to scare him and I don't think I'm a scary person and I feel like I need to go back and explain that I'm not like that. Really, I'm not.
Anyway, Mike and I just now discovered Metalocalypse, and it's my new favorite show.
Holy moly it's been a long time since I've updated. For once, I've actually been up to stuff.
My sister came and visited for a week from California.
I've gone back to school and am loving it, but that is the main reason that I am so busy now and never seem to have time for xanga any more.
In the aftermath of my car accident, Mike and I have decided to adopt a single car lifestyle for a while so we can concentrate on saving money and paying off debt before we take on car payments and two cars worth of insurance again. The good part is that we have paid off a massive chunk of debt and are on track to be completely credit card debt free by the end of 2009, and we should have our debt in managable enough condition to get a new car by the end of 2008. The bad part is that I have to get up early to take Mike to work every morning (another reason why I'm so busy now and never seem to have time for xanga), and Mike has to rely on rides home from coworkers a lot of the time (almost all of the time). Luckily he works with a lot of really nice people who are eager to help, but unfortunately I don't think they (or Mike and I, for that matter) really realized at first how long this would be necessary. So we might have to figure something else out pretty soon here, because these people don't exactly live next door.
I got my first tattoo with money that I got for my 23rd birthday in January.
The weather has been in constant fluctuation, producing thunderstorms, snowstorms, ice storms, tornado warnings, winter storm warnings, flood warnings, and highs ranging everywhere from 2 to 59, that I can remember.
I'm apparently getting old, becuase I've become completely addicted to NPR. I'm also starting to drink a lot of coffee. And I recently got a Dyson for super, super cheap, and Mike and I were both so excited you'd think we'd just won the lottery.
Mike is seriously going to kill me when he figures out I put that picture up. But, really, you should have seen him with that vaccuum. He wouldn't even let me use it, he wanted to vacuum the whole apartment by himself. I think he might like the Dyson a teensy bit more than he likes me, even.
Mike's last single friend finally got engaged, and now Mike has to be a groomsman again.
And, as usual, I'm getting sicker and sicker of my job by the day. Again, as usual, it's not my job so much as it is the obnoxious supervisors with authority complexes and chronic laziness, and the retarded white trash coworkers who go around stealing people's money and food and sodas, and eating all over the store and making a mess, and dragging trash bags leaking nine-inch-wide puddles of garbage juice across the entire store, and constantly coming to work in no condition to be working, and getting everyone else in the store collectively punished for all of it. I would give pretty much anything to switch to working part time and going to school full time right now. Hopefully sometime in the future that will actually be feasible, but it certainly isn't yet.
And I guess that's about it. Hopefully I'll be updating again sometime before it's been another month.
Currently Watching Cleopatra By Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, Rex Harrison, Pamela Brown, George Cole see related
Today I Feel: Overwhelmed, Anxious, Pressured, Panicked and Extremely Cold
My Mustang has now been officially declared totalled. And now I only get one more week of my insurance covering my rental.
All I can hear in my head is the loud ticking of a clock.
Also, it was 0 degrees outside this morning when I got up. Yet they're still saying it's supposed to get up to 52 degrees on Monday. Indiana is so freaking bizarre.
