"Then Scott Baio gave me pinkeye..."
Apr. 28th, 2004 03:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksI feel fairly certain that Krishna has pink-eye. Or some doggie equivalent. I should have realized something was up when I was dragging my old mattresses to the garage this morning. She's normally not an overly affectionate pooch, but she spent a good amount of time rubbing the left side of her face on my pants leg and on the mattresses. It was bewildering, but still cute. Then, when I came in from the shop, I saw she couldn't keep the left eye open for long. When dad comes in from rehab I guess I'll ask him to give us...no, wait, I think the next appointment the vet had was tomorrow morning. Eh. I hope things don't get worse in the meantime.
Off-day! Yay! I planned on spending the day cleaning my room, writing up the articles I owe, tackling the recaps I keep putting off, finding out why the hell Hunter doesn't have me on file as returning in the fall, and then continuing my job search. But after I'd finished up the mattress moving who should call but my aunt, asking me to head to the shop. Dad knows how I feel about heading over there; I was in the restroom when she called and he asked me what he should say about me heading to the shop or not. Remembering his tone of voice is making me smile. So hesitant, so very unlike his usual tone. I sighed but said yeah I'd try to make it in. Afterwards I kept changing my mind about it, but he said that I could just head in for a little while then leave (duh, you say, but it's hard to extract myself from that place once I step inside).
Of course the new supervisor (the dude I'm starting to seriously dislike) was there. And, as far as I could tell, doing not a damned thing. He wanted me to start organizing their client list by zip code, claiming that he was going to start that when I walked in. Psssh. Yeah, tell me another one. There's so much that can be done there besides sitting down and waiting for customers to call, *like* reorganizing the contract lists and updating those people that have service contracts. Simple process of using Excel or Word. But he prefers to sit there and wait until I show up to ask me to do it. They need a goddamned secretary, and I'm so not it. I'm also getting seriously weird vibes from him. So not golden.
Eh. Tired and broke and demoralized.
And I HATE Hunter College. Without having even attended one class there.
/bitchiness
Off-day! Yay! I planned on spending the day cleaning my room, writing up the articles I owe, tackling the recaps I keep putting off, finding out why the hell Hunter doesn't have me on file as returning in the fall, and then continuing my job search. But after I'd finished up the mattress moving who should call but my aunt, asking me to head to the shop. Dad knows how I feel about heading over there; I was in the restroom when she called and he asked me what he should say about me heading to the shop or not. Remembering his tone of voice is making me smile. So hesitant, so very unlike his usual tone. I sighed but said yeah I'd try to make it in. Afterwards I kept changing my mind about it, but he said that I could just head in for a little while then leave (duh, you say, but it's hard to extract myself from that place once I step inside).
Of course the new supervisor (the dude I'm starting to seriously dislike) was there. And, as far as I could tell, doing not a damned thing. He wanted me to start organizing their client list by zip code, claiming that he was going to start that when I walked in. Psssh. Yeah, tell me another one. There's so much that can be done there besides sitting down and waiting for customers to call, *like* reorganizing the contract lists and updating those people that have service contracts. Simple process of using Excel or Word. But he prefers to sit there and wait until I show up to ask me to do it. They need a goddamned secretary, and I'm so not it. I'm also getting seriously weird vibes from him. So not golden.
Eh. Tired and broke and demoralized.
And I HATE Hunter College. Without having even attended one class there.
/bitchiness
