Jason just called and said that he was talking to his Pen Pal, Josh from Perth, Australia and Josh said that he had a pet koala bear named “Tiger.” I got really excited because I thought this was the cutest thing on the planet! How freaking adorable! But it ends up the little bastard was “just shitting” with Jason, and you aren’t allowed to have Native Australian animals as pets. He said he could get arrested if it were true. Josh, if you are reading this: I’m crying now. Thanks a lot.
Internet, Josh seems like a cool dude. You can read all about how he and Jason met: here. I think the Jayman and I might take a romantic getaway out to the outback. That would be such a fun trip. Is Perth considered the “Outback”? I’ll be honest Josh, the only stuff American’s know about Australia is from that Crocodile guy,Foster’s commercials , a chain restaurant here called “Outback Steakhouse.” Are there really “Bloomin’ Onions” there?
I put in my two weeks here at my job. Well, a little more than that. My last day is the 21st of May. There was simply too much stress here for it to be a temporary job. What was the benefit of me missing lunch to work on someone’s Excel spreadsheet for someone else’s meeting that afternoon. I’m not “getting ahead” by doing so much work here…as a matter of fact, I’m not even getting benefits. So, I just said to my boss: “umm listen, I’m just really not getting enough time to post on my blog as I would like. I think I am going to look for a position somewhere else.”
I didn’t really say that. I can’t let you go on thinking I did. But it would have been really funny if I had.
By the way, I’m pretty sure my boss is wearing the same outfit she was wearing yesterday.
Everyone was pretty surprised when they got a little card on their desk with the news. I had this friend in high school that knew she was going to break up with her boyfriend but wanted to go to the prom with him so she didn’t let him know. She even threw him off the trail by doing sweet things for him the day before. …I felt like that because I just asked for a couple days off in JUNE, but it ends up I won’t even be here for June. They must think I am so weird. I’m leaving in just over two weeks.
I guess it isn’t the same as my friend, because well, I really didn’t know I was going to leave until yesterday. I didn’t even really know it was an option. I thought I was going to have to stay here forever.
I feel really obligated in this situation because the other administrative assistant is Lisa, that woman I’ve talked about before. She is going to be my neighbor soon and has a lot of problems. Everyday, she seems chipper but shaky and lost. I always feel like if I do some of her work, she can relax a little, I’m afraid she’ll go off the deep-end and I’m afraid she’ll loose her job and have no way of getting away from that guy she lives with. …and also, it’s kind of awful to know that she is coming in every day and she still hasn’t left him, and that she might never do so.
So the final straw? What was it? They have been asking me to clean the file room. Which, yes, is a shit job, but I wouldn’t particularly mind that except no one has used this file room for years. Nothing has been organized in over five years. How am I, with limited knowledge of this office supposed to purge and merge files and organize a system for them? But worst of all is that my boss kept breathing down my neck about it. “checking in on where we stand with the file room.” And when I had to write her an email in response to her asking Lisa to ask me how it was going, I decided that I didn’t want to deal with this shit.
I kind of feel like an asshole because the bottom line is that I don’t ever want to be someone’s secretary. I feel like a jerk because…well who wants to be someone’s secretary? Nobody, it’s a job that requires less education and I am being a snob for not enjoying this perfectly good job. …but I hate it.
So Internet, I guess it turns out that I’m a snob.
It was pretty simple really. After I wrote the “Chill the Fuck Out” email to Katie, and before I sent it, I called the temp agency and told them I was coming in at lunch to talk with them. Then, I deleted the email I wrote to Katie and wrote a “Still Chugging Along” email which was much more chipper and responded with “Jump? How high? I love being your secretary!”
I walked into Kelly and told them I wanted to leave. They were very supportive and awesome. They said things like “it sounds like you need to be more challenged, you seem bored there.” They said to just let them know when I wanted to put in my two weeks. I said, I’d like to put it in today. And that was that.
Jeanne says that I always make decisions like this. We were talking about Jeanne getting her nosed pierced recently. She has been thinking about it since she went to Italy two years ago. Jeanne thinks about things for a long time. She is a reasonable person. When she told me that she was thinking about it again, I found out how much and where and how late they were open. “We could go tonight!” This is when Jeanne pointed out that I am more unreasonable. I make decisions like this all the time.
Like when I met Jason, I had no problem jumping on a plane to go see him in Savannah when he was still a stranger. I decide things quickly. Like the tattoo on my back, and the one inside my lip. When I decide something I hate waiting, which might indicate that I do this because waiting longer might let me change my mind.
As a rule, quite literally actually, I don’t regret very much in life. I always say that any decisions I made helped create who I am today.
I do however regret:
1. Throwing a fruit roll up on the ground on purpose when I was four
2. Erasing my dad’s computer disks with a magnet and putting tacks in his cowboy boots. (Actually, I only really feel bad about the computer disks)
2. Being mean to Mandy in 5th grade about growing boobs first
3. Telling my brothers that Mike hit me, so they would hold him down and let me beat him up.
4. That hand-job during Golden Eye in 1997
5. Giving coloring books to oncology patients, but neglecting hematology.
…and in general I sort of regret the way I am constantly, which involves not trying my hardest, doing my best, telling the complete truth or being constantly vigilant about not letting people’s feelings be hurt or loosing friendships through the cracks of growing up and away. I regret not loving my mother more sincerely but instead out of duty and responsibility. Not being the type of person to write letters, bathe, clean my house or exercising on a regular schedule. I kind of regret not eating right, but that’s excluding burgers and cookies, of course.
…..but as far as regretting goes, that’s not too bad. So I think I will keep making decisions like this. I’ll keep “jumping in” if you don’t mind.
I’m going to go find out how much plane tickets are to Australia now.
I love you, goodnight.
xo
Internet, Josh seems like a cool dude. You can read all about how he and Jason met: here. I think the Jayman and I might take a romantic getaway out to the outback. That would be such a fun trip. Is Perth considered the “Outback”? I’ll be honest Josh, the only stuff American’s know about Australia is from that Crocodile guy,Foster’s commercials , a chain restaurant here called “Outback Steakhouse.” Are there really “Bloomin’ Onions” there?
I put in my two weeks here at my job. Well, a little more than that. My last day is the 21st of May. There was simply too much stress here for it to be a temporary job. What was the benefit of me missing lunch to work on someone’s Excel spreadsheet for someone else’s meeting that afternoon. I’m not “getting ahead” by doing so much work here…as a matter of fact, I’m not even getting benefits. So, I just said to my boss: “umm listen, I’m just really not getting enough time to post on my blog as I would like. I think I am going to look for a position somewhere else.”
I didn’t really say that. I can’t let you go on thinking I did. But it would have been really funny if I had.
By the way, I’m pretty sure my boss is wearing the same outfit she was wearing yesterday.
Everyone was pretty surprised when they got a little card on their desk with the news. I had this friend in high school that knew she was going to break up with her boyfriend but wanted to go to the prom with him so she didn’t let him know. She even threw him off the trail by doing sweet things for him the day before. …I felt like that because I just asked for a couple days off in JUNE, but it ends up I won’t even be here for June. They must think I am so weird. I’m leaving in just over two weeks.
I guess it isn’t the same as my friend, because well, I really didn’t know I was going to leave until yesterday. I didn’t even really know it was an option. I thought I was going to have to stay here forever.
I feel really obligated in this situation because the other administrative assistant is Lisa, that woman I’ve talked about before. She is going to be my neighbor soon and has a lot of problems. Everyday, she seems chipper but shaky and lost. I always feel like if I do some of her work, she can relax a little, I’m afraid she’ll go off the deep-end and I’m afraid she’ll loose her job and have no way of getting away from that guy she lives with. …and also, it’s kind of awful to know that she is coming in every day and she still hasn’t left him, and that she might never do so.
So the final straw? What was it? They have been asking me to clean the file room. Which, yes, is a shit job, but I wouldn’t particularly mind that except no one has used this file room for years. Nothing has been organized in over five years. How am I, with limited knowledge of this office supposed to purge and merge files and organize a system for them? But worst of all is that my boss kept breathing down my neck about it. “checking in on where we stand with the file room.” And when I had to write her an email in response to her asking Lisa to ask me how it was going, I decided that I didn’t want to deal with this shit.
I kind of feel like an asshole because the bottom line is that I don’t ever want to be someone’s secretary. I feel like a jerk because…well who wants to be someone’s secretary? Nobody, it’s a job that requires less education and I am being a snob for not enjoying this perfectly good job. …but I hate it.
So Internet, I guess it turns out that I’m a snob.
It was pretty simple really. After I wrote the “Chill the Fuck Out” email to Katie, and before I sent it, I called the temp agency and told them I was coming in at lunch to talk with them. Then, I deleted the email I wrote to Katie and wrote a “Still Chugging Along” email which was much more chipper and responded with “Jump? How high? I love being your secretary!”
I walked into Kelly and told them I wanted to leave. They were very supportive and awesome. They said things like “it sounds like you need to be more challenged, you seem bored there.” They said to just let them know when I wanted to put in my two weeks. I said, I’d like to put it in today. And that was that.
Jeanne says that I always make decisions like this. We were talking about Jeanne getting her nosed pierced recently. She has been thinking about it since she went to Italy two years ago. Jeanne thinks about things for a long time. She is a reasonable person. When she told me that she was thinking about it again, I found out how much and where and how late they were open. “We could go tonight!” This is when Jeanne pointed out that I am more unreasonable. I make decisions like this all the time.
Like when I met Jason, I had no problem jumping on a plane to go see him in Savannah when he was still a stranger. I decide things quickly. Like the tattoo on my back, and the one inside my lip. When I decide something I hate waiting, which might indicate that I do this because waiting longer might let me change my mind.
As a rule, quite literally actually, I don’t regret very much in life. I always say that any decisions I made helped create who I am today.
I do however regret:
1. Throwing a fruit roll up on the ground on purpose when I was four
2. Erasing my dad’s computer disks with a magnet and putting tacks in his cowboy boots. (Actually, I only really feel bad about the computer disks)
2. Being mean to Mandy in 5th grade about growing boobs first
3. Telling my brothers that Mike hit me, so they would hold him down and let me beat him up.
4. That hand-job during Golden Eye in 1997
5. Giving coloring books to oncology patients, but neglecting hematology.
…and in general I sort of regret the way I am constantly, which involves not trying my hardest, doing my best, telling the complete truth or being constantly vigilant about not letting people’s feelings be hurt or loosing friendships through the cracks of growing up and away. I regret not loving my mother more sincerely but instead out of duty and responsibility. Not being the type of person to write letters, bathe, clean my house or exercising on a regular schedule. I kind of regret not eating right, but that’s excluding burgers and cookies, of course.
…..but as far as regretting goes, that’s not too bad. So I think I will keep making decisions like this. I’ll keep “jumping in” if you don’t mind.
I’m going to go find out how much plane tickets are to Australia now.
I love you, goodnight.
xo
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