Work
i hate jobs. when anything to do with work comes up i feel that i combine hideous bad luck with an astounding ineptitude. like, say, hypothetically, sleeping past your alarm, getting to work an hour late on your first day, forgetting your tax file number, falling over your own feet, standing around for 5 hours attempting to smile at people and havin to leave early to go for a tute.
then imagine your ranting blog not publishing. feel the pain, the anger, etc. etc.
then imagine your ranting blog not publishing. feel the pain, the anger, etc. etc.
posted by Catie at 5:01 pm
4 Comments:
Look, it did post the first time! Sometimes it takes a while for it to come up...computers can be like that.
So... where are you working?
Speaking of work, I really should be doing some, but I can't be bothered. Anyone remember that episode of Simpsons where Lisa thinks she's getting dumber? I kinda feel like that.
Hmmm, Cat, you're starting to sound like me. Hope it's not from reading too many of my negative posts :)
you work?? no really you work??
where? when? you have a completed cv?
I'm officially the last without a job :D
am handing out leaflets at uni. yeah, handing out leaflets, i know i know. and i didn't write a cv, i got it through a friend (or a friend of a friend)but is money :)
and the people are nice.
and i think that everyone has an inner negativity (as well as an inner positivity)
I like how positive she is :D
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