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Lupie Stardust ([info]lupie_stardust) wrote,
@ 2008-10-02 10:54:00

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Entry tags:job

Well, tits.
The time of the Caffeine Sensitivity is upon me once more, and I'm laid out here in the computer room, on the Futon, trying not to vom. I have consumed milk. This should help. HOW LAME IS THIS, SERIOUSLY.

Rubbish. Today should be fun, though, if I can mobilise my nauseous arse down to town at thing o'clock.

I just applied for another job, too. That makes... five actual job applications and four agency submissions. I feel accomplished. It's amazing that I've found anything I could potentially do in the first place. Admittedly, I only reeeaally care about two of those jobs (the one I've applied for today, and The One I went for on wednesday) but it's still something.

A lady at Select rang me today (at 9.03 am! Christ! It's a wonder people can live at that time!) saying she'd seen how I'd done silver service in the past, and would I like to do some more? I laughed the hollow laugh of someone who got felt up at the races while carrying 36 hot plates, and told her that I'd got felt up at the races while carrying 36 hot plates and that it had sort of put me off the idea. That and these days, my arm strength ain't for shit.

'Cking hell. When did I get this fucking boring? Someone shoot me, please: this grown-up lark is a dick pavlova.


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[info]cyberfae
2008-10-02 11:48 am UTC (link)
A lady at Select rang me today (at 9.03 am! Christ! It's a wonder people can live at that time!)

That's something I HATE about my new job. Because my mobile is the main source of contract, it rings, and it rings often, and at all sorts of ungodly hours (8.45 am, and 10.30pm to name a couple of examples). No longer can I throw it across the room screaming FUCK OOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFF and bury back under the covers and back to sleep; now I have to answer it, and be friendly and sociable, and sometimes I even have to answer questions.

What is wrong with people?!

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[info]deepbluesquee
2008-10-02 03:28 pm UTC (link)
Would this cheer you up any? :D

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[info]lupie_stardust
2008-10-02 03:30 pm UTC (link)
Lol I own one<3

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[info]stuka_junker88
2008-10-02 09:03 pm UTC (link)
If you want a job I think you're going to have to take what is offered. It sucks, but it has some perks. For example, I spent my telemarketing days working with an ex-bodyguard and a woman who saw evil spirits.

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