STOP FUCKING RAINING!!!
rain, rain, rain, rain
rain, rain, rain, rain
all it does is rain, rain, rain, rain.
the majority of the time...i think about moving faaaaaaaaaaaaar away. but with the rain, rain, rain, rain... ALL i think about it moving faaaaaaaaaar awaaaaaaay.
today. we get a Staples delivery. !!!. That will be the highlight of my slave wage day.
who wrote this play?? where i play a fucking secretary. don't get me wrong... i don't mind being a secretary. i have nothing against secretary's.
maybe i'll go to secretary school.
hahahhahahhahaaaaaaa.
at least i woulden't be here.
turn the page.
things i'm grateful for during my working day: 1. the super cool postie. we're buds.
2. ordering shit from staples like the 64 box of crayola crayons... COMPLETE with sharpner.
3. having few word conversations with luda about the rain and perogies.
4. the days that a is sick and s works... i cheer 's!!!' when i open the door and then we have beer and sushi for lunch and sometimes leave early.
5. the sudden onslaught of patients. i like all the chairs to be full. standing room only. partly cause i know a hates it. and partly because it keeps him busy and away from me.
6. sniffing my fabercastell cadomark pen.
7. the sound of the printer at 3:45 cause it means my day is almost over.
8. the few patients that i either find interesting/genuine or at the very least entertaining. this depends on my mood cause sometimes its only silent expletives that seem to erupt from my bobble head.
9. when patients challenge a and i get to watch him get mad. its fucking hilarious. the 'i'm the man. i'm the tech' shit starts to flow. really. its fucking hilarious. he has no idea how puny and sad this makes him look.
10. when the equipment breaks and i get to go home.
rain, rain, rain, rain
rain, rain, rain, rain
all it does is rain, rain, rain, rain.
happy wednesday.
rain, rain, rain, rain
all it does is rain, rain, rain, rain.
the majority of the time...i think about moving faaaaaaaaaaaaar away. but with the rain, rain, rain, rain... ALL i think about it moving faaaaaaaaaar awaaaaaaay.
today. we get a Staples delivery. !!!. That will be the highlight of my slave wage day.
who wrote this play?? where i play a fucking secretary. don't get me wrong... i don't mind being a secretary. i have nothing against secretary's.
maybe i'll go to secretary school.
hahahhahahhahaaaaaaa.
at least i woulden't be here.
turn the page.
things i'm grateful for during my working day: 1. the super cool postie. we're buds.
2. ordering shit from staples like the 64 box of crayola crayons... COMPLETE with sharpner.
3. having few word conversations with luda about the rain and perogies.
4. the days that a is sick and s works... i cheer 's!!!' when i open the door and then we have beer and sushi for lunch and sometimes leave early.
5. the sudden onslaught of patients. i like all the chairs to be full. standing room only. partly cause i know a hates it. and partly because it keeps him busy and away from me.
6. sniffing my fabercastell cadomark pen.
7. the sound of the printer at 3:45 cause it means my day is almost over.
8. the few patients that i either find interesting/genuine or at the very least entertaining. this depends on my mood cause sometimes its only silent expletives that seem to erupt from my bobble head.
9. when patients challenge a and i get to watch him get mad. its fucking hilarious. the 'i'm the man. i'm the tech' shit starts to flow. really. its fucking hilarious. he has no idea how puny and sad this makes him look.
10. when the equipment breaks and i get to go home.
rain, rain, rain, rain
rain, rain, rain, rain
all it does is rain, rain, rain, rain.
happy wednesday.
posted by tippingthevelvet @ 8:47 AM
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