Okay, it's official. On the advice of someone dear to me (you know who you are), I've decided that the grief associated with the "prestige" of working at the Front Desk ain't worth the freakin' headache.
My official last day is this Wednesday at 11:15 PM.
Not that I'm counting...
...and not a moment too soon.
I am transferring back to the Banquets Department. It's not glamorous work. Not by a long shot. I move tables and chairs all day. Vacuum the floors. It's meaningless work, but I'm on my own almost the entire shift and no one is looking over my shoulder telling me that I'm doing it wrong.
I actually had one of the girls at the Front Desk correct me as I was restocking the rubberbands this morning. She turned to me and said, "You're doing that wrong."
THEY'RE FUCKING RUBBERBANDS YOU COW!!!!!
Pray tell, HOW am I doing it wrong???
Go on Jenny Craig and lose that GIGANTIC FAT ASS of yours, you stuck up bitch.
Rubber fuckin' bands...
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First, I'm thrilled to hear the transfer is coming though:) You've been just miserable at the front desk.
Second, how the HELL does one correct someone on how to restock rubber bands!?!?!?
I mean, is there honestly more than one way of even DOING that!?!?!?
LongLegs
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