The office is exciting. So, so exciting. I come in between 8.30-8.45am, stuff some envelopes with order forms, then listen to graduation ceremonies and type people's phone numbers into a spreadsheet before clocking out at 5pm. I mean, it beats waiting tables or dealing with crustys, but shit....I sit on my ass for 8 hours a day.
I've noticed that everyone who works at the office is very clique-y. Meaning that you're either part of their clique or you're not. Needless to say, I'm not - I have tattoos and wear clothing that isn't considered normal. The people who ARE in the clique are the two bosses, Lawl and Giggles (they have no personalities, but they fake-laugh almost constantly) and their pet gays, Duke and Twitch, as well as two other girls who work in data entry who bitch about their lives all day long and gossip about people no one gives a flying fuck about. Me and another girl are largely ignored. When I come in in the morning, I usually don't get a response to my "good morning". No one chats to me about funny names or last night's Family Guy or new movies. When it's lunchtime, their table is always "too full" to sit at so I usually go outside and eat there. At the end of the day, I usually don't get a response to my "see you tomorrow". And you know what? I don't especially mind it. I am sick of drama, co-workers who gossip, idiot managers. I'm sick of all of it. So if I don't talk to these people, they have nothing to gossip about (except for my outfits. I heard them critiquing one the other day. Excuse me, but I happen to love hot pink stockings and paisley dresses) and if they have nothing to gossip about, that doesn't make me want to punch them in the face then feed them through the shredder. It's a win-win situation, and I've never had another job where I'm allowed to listen to Interpol all day.
Anyway, I make my own fun. If there's a "Kahn" graduating, I usually type "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!!!" then delete it, even though it would be hilarious to see the reaction of a parent getting an order form for "Matthew G KAAAAAAAAAAAAHN" or "Jenny F Borkborkbork". It's kind of sad that that is what my idea of fun has devolved to. God, someone help me.
My boyfriend's bosses are idiots. He works at the Crimson Birdy as well as having another job at Pasta Inc, and while PI is very understanding of his situation, CB either doesn't understand or care. We live on the other side of town from both of these places, but the bus service is very reliable and he has a bike, so he can get to and fro without much of an issue. CB seems to think that they own him, however, so in addition to working 45 hours a week between the two jobs, he's called in almost every day by his boss at CB. He finally had a day off on Saturday, and was getting ready to play guitar and relax when my cell phone rang (he doesn't have one of his own so he uses mine). I answered and they asked for Boyfriend, so I gave him the phone. The conversation went somewhere along the lines of:
CB: Hey, Boyfriend (they mispronounced his name as always), we need you to come in tonight.
CB: We're short one person.
BF: I worked until 2am last night.
BF: It's my only day off.
BF: I'm on the other side of town and the buses aren't running right now.
BF: I can't make it in.
CB: But we need you.
BF: But I can't come in.
CB: Get a ride from someone.
BF: There's no one here!
CB: Fine. *hang up*
Sometimes you can't help but laugh.
Love, kisses and bridge jumping when the weather gets warmer,