K guys, place your bets, how long will I last this time... Cheryl and I have just joined the slave labor minions of the Fuzzy Factory. First time for Cheryl, welcome back for me... Good times. I was happy to see all the familiar faces of all the UA rejects from last time. It's a small world. As I walked in the door, I mentioned to Cheryl, "I hope they dont put me on the kits"... It sucks, they make you assemble hundreds of fuzzy poster kits... There is a specific order to all of it, the placement of the posters, length of each piece of tape, angle of each piece of paper... Lame...
Anyways, I am happy to be back to work, thought not as thrilled to be back with the kits, I will never make quota... I dont want to... Cheryl got put on Marker Island...lucky wench... All she has to do is put glue on markers and attach a stick to them... Not too hard....
So Like I said, we were hoping to be employed for at least a week... So you better get you bets in before Friday or it may be too late. *smile*
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Good luck keeping this one, K.C. Use an alarm clock!
Day three and counting.. Today I screwed up royally, I showed up on time, which was a plus, but the head lady made me redo like 50 kits because my 12 by 4 was off by like a millimeter... it was so lame, and then the lady that was suposed to stock my posters screwed up and gave me two sets of kitten posters, walked off with all my puppy posters and I had to redo all those too... way lame, I was having a hard time.
But tomorrow will be better, but for now I am covering all my fingers in sergical tape so the fillament tape will stop ripping apart my finger tips. This is an awful lot of work for 7.25 I will tell you that...
Day by day I become more jealous of the bugs flying around me outside... A butterfly only lives for a short amount of time... It's sole purpose in life is to eat, sleep, polinate, find one creature of the same species that it can share a bond with long enough to mate and die... no rent, no loan payments, taxes, and insurance... nothing, just eat, sleep, screw, and die. The butterfly seems content in that simple existence, why cant we? Why are we so consumed with the culturally place rights of passage... becoming an adult, taking on new responsibilities, fighting to be middle class, working our asses off, just to have the stability to acomplish what a but can do in a matter of days...
Way lame... and no one judges the butterfly, it doesnt have to drive a busted ass Tempo in shame... or work at the fuzzy factory... no daily hairy tits and beard.... not fair...
I have an alarm clock, just incase that may sway your intended bet... But be mindful that I choose to ignore it and that no clock in my house says the same time. I cant reach the one over the entertainment center, and have pretty much figured out that if I wait long enough it will eventually be the right time... But the right time isnt that important when you dont know what day it is... It all blends into the same thing... I wake up, speed down the road in anticipation for my daily dose of verbal abuse, a 30 minute lunch break, and the final signal that it is time to go home, knitt, and sleep...
There has got to be something out there that pays more and that isnt nearly as emotionally draining or labor intensive. Oh well, I wont look to hard just yet, but it's scary to think that the only reason all these people have been brought together is the fact that they didnt plan ahead and couldnt pass a drug test if they had to, I on the other hand dont fit into either of those categories... Well the planning one is up to debate but I am not a practicing NA member like the rest of them, and I dont have 6 kids at home, so I guess that puts me a little bit above the rest of the slaves.
To be continued... But seriously though, I got so mad at that lady today.... I really wanted to shove the markers up her nose....
And on a lighter note Sara, would you like some supplies for your classroom? I have cases of markers and fuzzy posters, and seeing as you will probably land a job before I do and are already accummulating such thngs, I thought you might like to have some more things for the kiddies. The posters make great prizes for reading and help kids with thier fine motor skills, so feel free to drop me a line and I will see If I can pull some strings...
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