lunch
Well, today has produced a few interesting observations so far.
It was my first day working in Calkins, where I was supposed to be working all along.
This morning Cluadette was asking me about my weekend. I thought to myself, wow, maybe it really was just the stress of preparing for that wedding. Maybe she is actually going to be nice. Then she divided us up so we couldn't work together and gave each of us a bathroom and the two rooms connecting to it to clean, individually. Which is horrible, now we can't even talk to eachother. Yet, later, after our break she came in to check up on me and instead of the usually mindless criticism she told me I was doing a good job, that it looked nice. The jury is still about whether she is a power tripping dictator or an overly hasseled woman trapped in a lifetime of cleaning, which I wouldn't wish on many people. Of course, she never does any actual cleaning . . .
To think I could be at the coast right now. sigh. Oh well, I made the right decision. I shall take satisfaction in that.
oh, Katie thinks Dr. Dupee will be pleased to have me start working for him as soon as she leaves (Aug. 25). YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, lunch and then two more hours.
TTFN
PS if this were a reality tv show people would feel sorry for me (except my father, lol)
2 Comments:
My darling, no. They wouldn't feel sorry for you. Maybe they would if you were being forced to eat scorpions which cleaning. Okay, so maybe Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie would feel sorry for you. But I doubt even they would...they've tried milking cows.
That was me, by the way.
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