Sigh

So, now I know why there is a little man frowning telling people to get back to work. The guy came back, only worked a couple of days and finished his temp position. He, unfortunately, destroyed the little man on this post-it so this is most likely the only record of the artwork.

The job is not fun. In fact, it is so much less than not-fun that I was desperately looking for something else to go to. When I got the pay cheque, I see that I am making so little it makes it laughable to stay. I am just crossing my fingers that something more appropriate comes along soon.

Working for the City is eye opening. I'm grateful to not have gotten a job there yet and have heard that if one gets a job there that they cannot take holidays in the first year. I mean really. What kind of crackheads are they? I refuse to be taken advantage of like that. So, I listened to internet radio on Friday and if they fire me, so what. I work hard and do not deal with clients so what do they care if I listen to music while doing the most tedious of tasks? If they care, they can stick it up their rear. I will happily leave.

That's what I've decided.