Here’s how a typical day might go:
*Phone Rings*
“Special Division, Lincoln Adams speaking.”
“Yeah I need to have a few documents faxed over?”
“Sure, what’s the subject’s last name, first name?”
I get up, pull the requested files out of the drawer, and then fax them over.
*Phone Rings*
“Special Division, Lincoln Adams speaking.”
“Yeah I need to have a few documents faxed over?”
“Sure, what’s the subject’s last name, first name?”
I get up, pull the requested files out of the drawer, and then fax them over.
*Phone Rings*
“Special Division, Lincoln Adams speaking.”
“Yeah I need to have a few documents faxed over?”
“Sure, what’s the subject’s last name, first name?”
I get up, pull the requested files out of the drawer, and then fax them over.
*Phone Rings*
“Special Division, Lincoln Adams speaking.”
“Yeah I need to have a few documents faxed over?”
“Sure, what’s the subject’s last name, first name?”
I get up, pull the requested files out of the drawer, and then fax them over.
*Phone Rings*
“Dominos Pizza.”
“Oh…. sorry I must have dialed the wrong number. *click*
*Phone Rings*
“LavaLife Dating Service, how can I help you?”
“……………………………… *click*”
*Phone Rings*
“Central Intelligence Agency, Jack Ryan speaking.”
“Linc stop #$%ing around with the phone.”
“Oops, sorry sir, I won’t do it ag-”
*click*
I need a new job.
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8 Responses to “Wanna know why I hate my job?”
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Aw! I sympathize. My husband and I both know what it’s like to have a really dull, lousy job. Especially hubs, lol. But right now we are grateful to even HAVE jobs.
I hope you can find something you really like.
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Your office so needs email, dude. Fax is, erm, last century.
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sorry to LOL, but I kinda know how you feel.
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@Isaiah: This is the government. We pride ourselves on being a century behind everyone else.
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Sometimes I worry about you.
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Sometimes I worry about me too.
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Dr-Claire: Humor is the only thing that prevents me from bugging out completely. I laugh, so that I may keep myself from crying.
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