SolidStateLogic
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Sometimes, I swear you could make a hit show about my daily life... You know those shows that are like watching a train wreck, but you can't help but watch.
My job for the most part is great. I work with my father, at the company that has fed and clothed me my entire life. I work 7am to 3:30pm and rarely have to work overtime. The only drawback is that most of these people I work for now are 50+, can't use a computer, printer, fax machine, or any other fun up to date technology. That and my receptionist can't seem to make it through a whole week of work, because she's got an abusive boyfriend that hurts her so much she misses days.
So, days like today suck. I'm the only one of a few people here that can use all our fancy machines, the receptionist is still recovering from "falling over her ironing board" and I'm on phones. The copy machine is broken, and every 5 minutes I swear somebody asks me about it... Can they not read the big freaking sign on it?
Thankfully, my boss left for the day... but I speak too soon. Every time he leaves the office early on a nice afternoon, he feels the need to call every 10 minutes for the next hour and a half with all the shit he forgot to do while he was here, and now I need to do because it's important... For Pete's sake! I can't answer phones, do my normal job, and go running all over the office to do all the shit you didn't do!
Thanks for letting me vent....
My job for the most part is great. I work with my father, at the company that has fed and clothed me my entire life. I work 7am to 3:30pm and rarely have to work overtime. The only drawback is that most of these people I work for now are 50+, can't use a computer, printer, fax machine, or any other fun up to date technology. That and my receptionist can't seem to make it through a whole week of work, because she's got an abusive boyfriend that hurts her so much she misses days.
So, days like today suck. I'm the only one of a few people here that can use all our fancy machines, the receptionist is still recovering from "falling over her ironing board" and I'm on phones. The copy machine is broken, and every 5 minutes I swear somebody asks me about it... Can they not read the big freaking sign on it?
Thankfully, my boss left for the day... but I speak too soon. Every time he leaves the office early on a nice afternoon, he feels the need to call every 10 minutes for the next hour and a half with all the shit he forgot to do while he was here, and now I need to do because it's important... For Pete's sake! I can't answer phones, do my normal job, and go running all over the office to do all the shit you didn't do!



Thanks for letting me vent....
