Tuesday, August 08, 2006

A Job

I have a temporary job. In Dallas. At a mortgage place. Stacking files.

In case you couldn't tell, I'm SUPER excited. I get to drive through rush hour traffic tomorrow while everyone's taking their kids to school. Then I get to stay there until 5:30. That's gonna be weird. I can't remember the last time I worked hours like that.

School hours were 7:30-3:30. Mostly. Let's see if I don't end up murdering someone at the end of the three week period.

Actually, I'd just like to kill whoever made the decision to make the employees of this place take a drug test. Nothing makes you feel like a criminal quite like handing someone else a cup of your urine.

3 comments:

Apathy Bear said...

Say, Kate, did you get the memo about the cover sheet for the TPS report?

Kate said...

Yep. Got three of 'em, from all of my bosses.

Janet said...

Hey there- Hope all is well and the job ends up being a surprisingly good move. Get in touch when you can!:)