This is so funnny!!!
My first job out of college was not the glamorous job I had dreamed of. I wasn’t an editor of some small but up-and-coming publishing house. I wasn’t writing articles for The New Yorker.
I was a receptionist.
When you’re a receptionist, people seem to forget that you need your personal space.
People also seem think that you’re their personal assistant just because you happen to answer the phone.
I needed the job, so I couldn’t say anything.
But I had more power than people gave me credit for.
here is a link that i found on someone else blog. I was laughing cuz it sounds like me.
I hate when ur computer crashes u did a whole book and then u have to redo all of it and it did not auto save. :'(…….
On Tuesday night I worked forever on a post (two hours), and because I obviously remember nothing from college and the importance of saving every five seconds, my computer crashed and I lost it all.
I went through all the five stages of grief:
- Denial (maybe it auto-saved somewhere?)
- Anger (I hate everything)
- Bargaining (please, please be auto-saved somewhere)
- Depression (I quit)
- Acceptance (maybe a mysterious benefactor will decide to buy me a new computer after hearing this very sad story)
Anyway, I redid the comic because it made me feel better about losing the first one (rebound post?), but now it has no relationship to this post. Ahem. So let’s start over.
Some people daydream of having a better job or more money, but my daydreams usually consist of living in a different time and being miraculously cured of my seasickness.
I’m not always on a tall ship…
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