Oh, how I've missed Cubicle Prairie Dog Town!!!
When a co-worker (who is always a bit more on the cheery side than folks like us care to see early in the morning) chimed out, “Happy Hump Day, Daniel” (in that annoyingly chirpy voice she has), naturally I replied (in a way I’m famous for), “Okay.”
Little did I know, this truly would be a happy hump day indeed. For I knew that after I got off work at noon, I had to get shaved, showered and dressed up for an interview for an agency that places accountants. Big deal, I thought, as it looked no better as a prospect than the 1500+ (no kidding, that’s how many resumes I’ve sent out) rejections before.
I went in, had the interview, took the accounting test (aced it, by the way…yeah me) and within five minutes after completing the online test, was told I start work tomorrow at an actual company that doesn’t require me to say, “Would you like regular or curly fries with that?”
Now I just have to break the news to my now-ex boss who, even on a good day, seems stressed to the point of snapping. This is not a lady that takes bad news easily. And she’s really going to hate trying to find someone else desperate enough to do what I was doing for only $8 an hour. Not to mention all the burns I received…seriously, I now have visible scars from all the hot grease that was splashed on me by co-workers.
But I don’t want to concern myself on her reaction. What, she’s going to try to convince me not to take a job that pays better, has better hours, weekends off and benefits?
Trust me, I only LOOK stupid…I ain’t REALLY stupid.
