GhosT^x0
02-16-2004, 03:27 PM
On president's day, when everyone else is at home sleeping in, I'm waking up at 4am to be here by 6. I get here to find... not hot filipino chick... but her week-in replacement, 300 lb "arlene" or whatever the **** her name is.
She tried to give us all kinds of **** about the schedules we had not really being the schedules we were gonna get, and that any sup we'd been assigned was up in the air at this point... got everyone all nice and riled up at like 6:15am just to later tell them at about 10 that indeed, it was her information that was ****ed up, and that all our schedules and sups were fine.
They then cram us 15 people into 8 cubicles that each are made to accomodate one person. I get to sit here and share the ****ing computer with some 60 year old non-english-speaking ****bag for the sake of reviewing tech documents and studying them for a test we'd be issued later today... which is tantamount to trying to give braille lessons to a ****ing quadruple-amputee. I got - 1/2 on that ****ING test too, all because I failed to write out an email address... the answer was correct, but "not thorough enough". **** I hate that cunt.
Now I get to go back into a training room that's a full 1/3 of the size we had the first 3 weeks of training, for 2 more ****ING hours, to act interested in what she has to say, take notes on absolutely ****ing nothing, and try to keep myself from falling asleep beneath the crunch of that singular hourn of sleep I got last night. I'm a ****in fireball today.
You people are the only ones I don't hate, and even that could change on a whim.
She tried to give us all kinds of **** about the schedules we had not really being the schedules we were gonna get, and that any sup we'd been assigned was up in the air at this point... got everyone all nice and riled up at like 6:15am just to later tell them at about 10 that indeed, it was her information that was ****ed up, and that all our schedules and sups were fine.
They then cram us 15 people into 8 cubicles that each are made to accomodate one person. I get to sit here and share the ****ing computer with some 60 year old non-english-speaking ****bag for the sake of reviewing tech documents and studying them for a test we'd be issued later today... which is tantamount to trying to give braille lessons to a ****ing quadruple-amputee. I got - 1/2 on that ****ING test too, all because I failed to write out an email address... the answer was correct, but "not thorough enough". **** I hate that cunt.
Now I get to go back into a training room that's a full 1/3 of the size we had the first 3 weeks of training, for 2 more ****ING hours, to act interested in what she has to say, take notes on absolutely ****ing nothing, and try to keep myself from falling asleep beneath the crunch of that singular hourn of sleep I got last night. I'm a ****in fireball today.
You people are the only ones I don't hate, and even that could change on a whim.