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[apocalypsos]

I loathe this. See, since Boy-On-Boy Action has been too lazy to properly train his new recruit (or at the very least, tell her she's doing stuff wrong, because then she'd know to come to me and ask), I've been getting work dumped on me that's only half-done. So, being a gigantic doormat (grr), I've been doing it.

No more, though, because I'm actually wasting good writing time to write up a step-by-step guide for this chick on how to do her job so that there are absolutely no questions. And I'm doing it off company time. And I'm going to damn well get her to sign something and show both the signed affidavit and the guide to Bossman (who, by the way, have been nice to me to a weird extreme since Bosslady left), because I just know if she gets something wrong, Boy-On-Boy Action will get her to say she never saw any booklet because he's just that big an ass. (I don't think it's her who's slacking off, but then again, the Town Crier said something yesterday that made me think she's sitting across the building painting her nails or some crap while she's supposed to be, you know, doing her damn job.)

Urgh. Hate my job. But incidentally, still think the Vocelli's delivery boys are hot.

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[illmantrim.livejournal.com]

chuckles, hot delivery boys eh?

some good perks then...

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. And I'm pretty sure one of them thinks I'm cute, too, which is always nice. :) (He's kind of a frat boy type, and I'm guessing he's younger than me, but yeah, like I care. *eg*)