Why I don't Like working here
Thursday, 30. April 2009, 07:37:00
It's strange but it's true. There are things I don't like about working here anymore and they hardly have anything to do with my job or the people around here.
It's the number of people. It's so fucking many of them, it's not even funny anymore.
Everyone else got cake for our birthday. We got lousy bread and salami. Not that there's anything wrong with bread and salami, in general. It's just that ... they're no cake. Cake is good and we love it and there should have been a gigantic cake. But there wasn't so I was sad. Especially when you see the photos of other people eating cake.
And it freaks me out nowadays, every time I go to lunch. It's so many people in one place, It's like being in IKEA on a Saturday. Okay, maybe not as bad, but close enough. Too many moving vectors, too many things to keep track of. Waiting in line for my food, while someone annoyingly slow can't seem to figure out how to use a spoon to put food on his plate. ARGH! I thought they taught you this shit in kindergarten. And then they stop to have a chat, for old times sake, like we're all sitting in a restaurant and we've all the time in the world. Double-ARGH! I fucking hate waiting in lines. I hate it when I can't get my coffee, I hate it so fucking much.
Other than that, I love working here. Just .. you know ... ARGH!
It's the number of people. It's so fucking many of them, it's not even funny anymore.
Everyone else got cake for our birthday. We got lousy bread and salami. Not that there's anything wrong with bread and salami, in general. It's just that ... they're no cake. Cake is good and we love it and there should have been a gigantic cake. But there wasn't so I was sad. Especially when you see the photos of other people eating cake.
And it freaks me out nowadays, every time I go to lunch. It's so many people in one place, It's like being in IKEA on a Saturday. Okay, maybe not as bad, but close enough. Too many moving vectors, too many things to keep track of. Waiting in line for my food, while someone annoyingly slow can't seem to figure out how to use a spoon to put food on his plate. ARGH! I thought they taught you this shit in kindergarten. And then they stop to have a chat, for old times sake, like we're all sitting in a restaurant and we've all the time in the world. Double-ARGH! I fucking hate waiting in lines. I hate it when I can't get my coffee, I hate it so fucking much.
Other than that, I love working here. Just .. you know ... ARGH!
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