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Jun. 3rd, 2005
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Jun. 3rd, 2005 11:16 pmSo. Today.
*headdesk*
First off, this is a twenty-dollar bill. *snaps money at friends list* This is keeping me fed for the next week. I have another twenty, but a little careful math has revealed to me that due to my boneheadedness and the increased travel I have to do to get to work now, I'm going to spend pretty much the entire thing on buses over the course of four days next week.
What travel time, you're saying? Oh, the travel time it's going to take me now that the DHL station moved today to a building that's a bitch to get to on a bus. "Great location, my ass" was something I repeated over and over again today. Also, there are no restaurants within walking distance like with the last place. The only reason I got myself a chicken wing and a biscuit from Popeye's for dinner is because one of the girls from work saw what a disaster the move was and decided to make a food run.
And if you want to know why I'm so stressed out, the move is why. I'd really like to know whose stupid idea this was, except I do know who it was and I can't believe Bossman thought it was a good place to move to. It's in the middle of nowhere, and with the weather as icky as it was today ... oh, I'm going to have so much FUN getting there. *seethes*
Let's not even get into my office situation. Then again, let's. That personal office I had to myself before? Gone. Now, I'm sharing a large office with four other people, and the office that's supposed to hold all of my packages is down an entirely different hallway. Did I mention I'm going to have to lug packages back and forth from this stupid room because somebody thought this was a great idea? Also, none of my personal stuff that I packed from the other station arrived today (it's twenty freaking minutes away, for crying out loud) and we don't get to eat at our desks anymore, which means that's a good fifteen minutes or so of work that won't get done. (No, seriously, I actually have to worry about this.) See, this is going to be my new diet -- constantly carrying packages needleesly around and forced starvation by default. *eye roll*
Oh, and that new rule about eating is supposedly on this six-page manifesto I haven't gotten to see yet of things we're not allowed to do in the new building. I was kind of hoping it's like when my mother buys a new car and orders everybody not to eat in it, and two months later, my brother and I would be fishing Long John Silver chicken planks out of the glove compartment. But alas, no, it's apparently a serious list. I keep picturing it like a variant of "50 Things Skippy Is Not Allowed To Do In the Army", except ... you know, "50 Things TP Is Not Allowed To Do At DHL Anymore." Like, for instance --
( What I imagine the first sixteen would look like ... )
Of course, that's not what the first sixteen would look like, which depresses me greatly.
*headdesk*
First off, this is a twenty-dollar bill. *snaps money at friends list* This is keeping me fed for the next week. I have another twenty, but a little careful math has revealed to me that due to my boneheadedness and the increased travel I have to do to get to work now, I'm going to spend pretty much the entire thing on buses over the course of four days next week.
What travel time, you're saying? Oh, the travel time it's going to take me now that the DHL station moved today to a building that's a bitch to get to on a bus. "Great location, my ass" was something I repeated over and over again today. Also, there are no restaurants within walking distance like with the last place. The only reason I got myself a chicken wing and a biscuit from Popeye's for dinner is because one of the girls from work saw what a disaster the move was and decided to make a food run.
And if you want to know why I'm so stressed out, the move is why. I'd really like to know whose stupid idea this was, except I do know who it was and I can't believe Bossman thought it was a good place to move to. It's in the middle of nowhere, and with the weather as icky as it was today ... oh, I'm going to have so much FUN getting there. *seethes*
Let's not even get into my office situation. Then again, let's. That personal office I had to myself before? Gone. Now, I'm sharing a large office with four other people, and the office that's supposed to hold all of my packages is down an entirely different hallway. Did I mention I'm going to have to lug packages back and forth from this stupid room because somebody thought this was a great idea? Also, none of my personal stuff that I packed from the other station arrived today (it's twenty freaking minutes away, for crying out loud) and we don't get to eat at our desks anymore, which means that's a good fifteen minutes or so of work that won't get done. (No, seriously, I actually have to worry about this.) See, this is going to be my new diet -- constantly carrying packages needleesly around and forced starvation by default. *eye roll*
Oh, and that new rule about eating is supposedly on this six-page manifesto I haven't gotten to see yet of things we're not allowed to do in the new building. I was kind of hoping it's like when my mother buys a new car and orders everybody not to eat in it, and two months later, my brother and I would be fishing Long John Silver chicken planks out of the glove compartment. But alas, no, it's apparently a serious list. I keep picturing it like a variant of "50 Things Skippy Is Not Allowed To Do In the Army", except ... you know, "50 Things TP Is Not Allowed To Do At DHL Anymore." Like, for instance --
( What I imagine the first sixteen would look like ... )
Of course, that's not what the first sixteen would look like, which depresses me greatly.