| Laenavesse ( @ 2009-06-26 19:00:00 |
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It's 7:00 P.M.
And I'm still at the office.
I've been here since 8:00 A.M.
And I've been done since like 5:00 P.M.
I'm waiting on Dad so we could go home.
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WHY DO THEY HAVE SUCH A SMALL PARKING LOT THAT I CAN'T HAVE MY CAR SO I CAN LEAVE WHEN I'M DONE?? I DON'T GET PAID FOR THESE EXTRA HOURSLEAST NOT YET I SHOULD FORCE HIM TO BECAUSE JEEZ I BARELY GET TO DO ANYTHING DURING THE DAY ALREADY SINCE I FINISH EVERYTHING FAST AND THEY RUN OUT OF THINGS FOR ME TO DO B|
30 minutes? Okay, I can deal. But when it gets to an hour or two hours and still counting...well then we have a problem. It's all right you can work as long as you want, Dad, but don't drag me into it because I actually finish my work on time and you won't let me use my own damn car (and yes I've argued over this with him pretty much almost every day for the past two weeks since I've started here :|). lakdjflaskdjflkasjdflajsdf I want a nap dammit.
In lighter news, the nurses and staff threw him a surprise birthday party since it's tomorrow xD The cake his nurse made him was hysterical I swear. But it was damn good. And I don't mind doing the part time job here (dude, I wouldn't mind doing front desk clerk work at all so long as I didn't have to answer the phone. Unfortunately, answering the phone is part of front desk clerk work 8| God dammit.). It's only when Dad stays late at the office and everyone KNOWS he stays late at the office. He always has. Ugh.
/brb going downstairs to try and drag him out AGAIN.
AND IT'S FRIDAY. LET ME HAVE MY WEEKEND ALREADY I HAVE THINGS TO DO AT HOME TOO YOU KNOWEVEN IF THEY AREN'T THAT IMPORTANT BUT I CAN'T DO THEM HERE BECAUSE THIS IS NOT MY PC THIS IS MY LAPTOP ALSKDJFLASKDJFLASKJDF
It's 7:00 P.M.
And I'm still at the office.
I've been here since 8:00 A.M.
And I've been done since like 5:00 P.M.
I'm waiting on Dad so we could go home.
....
WHY DO THEY HAVE SUCH A SMALL PARKING LOT THAT I CAN'T HAVE MY CAR SO I CAN LEAVE WHEN I'M DONE?? I DON'T GET PAID FOR THESE EXTRA HOURS
30 minutes? Okay, I can deal. But when it gets to an hour or two hours and still counting...well then we have a problem. It's all right you can work as long as you want, Dad, but don't drag me into it because I actually finish my work on time and you won't let me use my own damn car (and yes I've argued over this with him pretty much almost every day for the past two weeks since I've started here :|). lakdjflaskdjflkasjdflajsdf I want a nap dammit.
In lighter news, the nurses and staff threw him a surprise birthday party since it's tomorrow xD The cake his nurse made him was hysterical I swear. But it was damn good. And I don't mind doing the part time job here (dude, I wouldn't mind doing front desk clerk work at all so long as I didn't have to answer the phone. Unfortunately, answering the phone is part of front desk clerk work 8| God dammit.). It's only when Dad stays late at the office and everyone KNOWS he stays late at the office. He always has. Ugh.
/brb going downstairs to try and drag him out AGAIN.
AND IT'S FRIDAY. LET ME HAVE MY WEEKEND ALREADY I HAVE THINGS TO DO AT HOME TOO YOU KNOW