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friezaessToday was... draining.
I woke up rather early so as to get to my new job on time for a change. Almost missed the train, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitsunesakurano had to convince the guards at Box Hill to let me through when I got there so I could buy a ticket. Got to Templestowe plenty early, so I just sat in the dodgy Reserve near the place I was to go to for a while, hiding behind some trees to listen to my music. Didn't wanna rock up a whole 30 miniutes early, plus I love finding places I can hide away in, be it behind some trees, in an upstairs music shop no-one knows exists, or just behind my hair. It turns out that even though I was only ten minutes early, no-one was home. I stood at the door nervously, "Longing" playing in my head to strengthen me, until finally someone opened the door. My supervisor or something.
He seemed nice. One of those annoying salespeople types, but tolerable. I started out raring to go and become the world's greatest office assistant! ... He shoved me in a corner of the house (which, by the way, is freaking huge... I almost got lost a couple of times), sat me down with the Yellow Pages, and told me to call every number under the heading Wedding Services to pimp the company. Fair enough; how hard could it be?
Sweet mother of Christ. I started out well, peppy and trying to get into the swing of things. But My God... not ONE person wanted to arrange a meeting. I must've called hundreds of people, each one of them wasting my time and shooting me down in flames. I started watching the clock and praying for human contact from my superiors. It was horrible. I started doodling and taking longer to write company names so I could write in funky handwriting with lotsa curls. I made so little success that I got fired after six hours. The worst thing is, that's longer than I was able to hold my previous jobs. I'm no good at shoving advertizing down peoples' throats- I *dispise* marketing.
Obviously the most interesting part of my day was when I was fired, but not for the reasons I thought. It turns out my supervisor is also an artist. And just like me, during his early years, he prefered to be with his sketchpad than people. We had a rather interesting discussion. Plus I got eighty bucks for my day's work, so I was happy. I shouted myself a peanut Bubblecup.
Another interesting turn of events is that Vanessa, Manifest's beloved LadyKagome, has decided to ditch her scarily over-protective parents. She's taken up the extra bed in the room I'm boarding in, so that's one more fangirl to add to the household. Let's hope Kit doesn't go insane >_>
I woke up rather early so as to get to my new job on time for a change. Almost missed the train, and
kitsunesakurano had to convince the guards at Box Hill to let me through when I got there so I could buy a ticket. Got to Templestowe plenty early, so I just sat in the dodgy Reserve near the place I was to go to for a while, hiding behind some trees to listen to my music. Didn't wanna rock up a whole 30 miniutes early, plus I love finding places I can hide away in, be it behind some trees, in an upstairs music shop no-one knows exists, or just behind my hair. It turns out that even though I was only ten minutes early, no-one was home. I stood at the door nervously, "Longing" playing in my head to strengthen me, until finally someone opened the door. My supervisor or something.He seemed nice. One of those annoying salespeople types, but tolerable. I started out raring to go and become the world's greatest office assistant! ... He shoved me in a corner of the house (which, by the way, is freaking huge... I almost got lost a couple of times), sat me down with the Yellow Pages, and told me to call every number under the heading Wedding Services to pimp the company. Fair enough; how hard could it be?
Sweet mother of Christ. I started out well, peppy and trying to get into the swing of things. But My God... not ONE person wanted to arrange a meeting. I must've called hundreds of people, each one of them wasting my time and shooting me down in flames. I started watching the clock and praying for human contact from my superiors. It was horrible. I started doodling and taking longer to write company names so I could write in funky handwriting with lotsa curls. I made so little success that I got fired after six hours. The worst thing is, that's longer than I was able to hold my previous jobs. I'm no good at shoving advertizing down peoples' throats- I *dispise* marketing.
Obviously the most interesting part of my day was when I was fired, but not for the reasons I thought. It turns out my supervisor is also an artist. And just like me, during his early years, he prefered to be with his sketchpad than people. We had a rather interesting discussion. Plus I got eighty bucks for my day's work, so I was happy. I shouted myself a peanut Bubblecup.
Another interesting turn of events is that Vanessa, Manifest's beloved LadyKagome, has decided to ditch her scarily over-protective parents. She's taken up the extra bed in the room I'm boarding in, so that's one more fangirl to add to the household. Let's hope Kit doesn't go insane >_>
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Date: 2005-05-23 02:32 pm (UTC)Yeah I know my comments suck, but... aishiteru <3
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Date: 2005-05-23 11:45 pm (UTC)And go Ness for leaving home! ...I think you really have to worry about Kit's DAD going insane xD