12/10/2001 06:31:42 AM
a collection agency is bugging us and it's not our fault, for real. it seems like everyone is sick, and i don't really want to be. people t my work are gross, they cough and boog on stuff, go to the toilet without washing their hands, then want to touch your pens, give you sweaty money and stuff. it's a sess pool of microbes. i found an interesting sounding job ad, they keep a copy of the sunday paper in the break room at work so people can read the funnies and boring human interest stories. i on the other hand rip potential job improvements out of the classifieds section. i'm surprised no one else does. it was a work at home job for an on call scheduler for an accounting firm of sorts. the hours were fucked up, and i could work in my skivvies, it sounded fabulous. i called, and the lady on the other end of the horn burst my bubble immediately, she sounded horrible, old and sea hag like. she wanted me to come down and fill out an application right away and was all confused and disoriented when i asked questions about the position, then irritated when i explained i wouldn't have a vehicle until after 4pm because my husband had it at work. hell i work tonight, that's my sleep time, i wasn't going to spend an hour fucking around with this application crap if the job didn't sound really fucking hot. she didn't seem to understand this. then she put me on speakerphone. hot, it was not. i hung up hurriedly and scuttled away, dissapointed. did i mention it's cold now? i wore a t-shirt to work with no sweater or jacket and on the way home my nipples were out of control.

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