Yo. Once again kicking it at GCC, assuming Shana's identity. God, you would think they would have some kind of system so that the same person can't be logged into 2 computers, but, oh well. Their stupidity is my gain. I am currently fighting off an urge to beat the shit out of Elaine, who was supposed to tell me when the FREE hobastank concert was. But, dispite the fact that I have talked to her at least every other day for the past 2 weeks, I had to read in her diary that it was today. Oh you'll get yours in hell, gidget. Just you wait. There. Now I feel slightly better. On to bigger and better things.
So work has been interesting. In the 6 days that I've been in traning I have made approximatly 4 (maybe 5) posters dipicting the various products and services brought to you by the nice people (namely, me) at Discover card. I swear, it's like kindergarten. We break out the scented markers at least once a day. But, it's all good. There is this one girl I can't stand in my class. She's one of those girls who thinks they are really super beautiful just because they're skinny and have long hair, when, in actuality, if you take a good look at their face, they really kinda resemble the bastard love child of Carly Simon and Mister Ed. Yeah, you know the kind. So of course, because she irritates the fuck out of me, I keep ending up in groups with her. And she is so bossy, not to mention stupid. And she is also prone to going off on little tangents about completely irrelevant things. Like last week she goes off about one of her credit cards. Allow me to bring you my dramatic re-enactment:
Welcome to my hell. I kid you not. She went on for 8 minutes about her stupid ass Express card. I hate that store anyway. She is so not making a case for them. And I just know that as soon as we get out of training, just because I'm talking so much shit I am going to be seated right smack dab between her and her equally valley-girl, but amazingly more stupid friend. And, consequently, I'll have to move to Utah. It'll be the only way. And I fucking hate Utah.
So there's boys everywhere at my job. Seriously. And for someone who notices boys as much as I do, that can be amazingly distracting. But, since none of the 3 guys in my training class are hot, it's really only a problem outside the classroom. Like, when instead of paying attention to my friend Stephanie, I'm checking out the boy who goes to lunch the same time we do. He is so hot that he is being referred to as "that beautiful boy from the cafeteria". Shana and Elaine are amused by that. Or when, instead of paying attention to who I'm supposed to be listening to calls with when I'm on the floor, I'm making googly girly eyes and the cute skater boy with the huge brown eyes that sits behind Steve (because a skater bo with a good job is such a great find). Yeah. I can see this getting out of hand. Damn. I hate when I have to make a concentrated effort to focus on my job. Oh, and speaking of Steven, I went and talked to him last Friday. He is apparently doing The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the movie theater down the street from my house and wants me and Lainey and Shana to some see him. He is playing Rocky, which is the perfect role for an exhibitionist such as himself. But anyways, I'm talking to him for like, 10 minutes about all kinds of random stuff, when I realize that he hasn't gotten a single call. So I say to him "Shouldn't you be taking calls?" to which he replies "pffft, Yeah". My genious friend stoped his dialer to make small talk with me. I decided to leave before I got him or me or both of us in trouble and got branded as that awful little new hire girl who hasn't even been here a week and has Steven logging off the phones.
OK, wel, I'm gonna jet because I'm going to go sign up for my health insurance online (sine I'm tired of waiting for human resources to send my damn enrollment package out). So yeah, maybe next time I'll have something more to talk about than work and boys, but, it's highly bloody unlikely. Oh! Wait, yeah I will, the Garbage/No Doubt concert is Saturday. Whoo-hoo!! Ok, yeah, you go be insanely jealous of me cause I'm going and you're not, and I'm gonna go get some insurance. Later days!
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