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some_stars) wrote2008-08-27 08:48 pm
some_stars) wrote2008-08-27 08:48 pm
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SO HOW'S THAT JOB GOING
well. blisters are mostly healed? at the moment (we open...saturday? definitely by next week) my job seems to be half shuttling-boxes-around-the-giant-warehouse-esque-room(like a very slow mailman in a very small, square neighborhood), half interior decorating(here are two hundred ridiculous delightful hanging sculptures of corpses, clowns, and/or skeletons. here are some walls made of metal gridding and a box of hooks. make it look nice!), yet somehow i am fucking up MORE than the couple of days when i was doing plain old manual labor. i broke one of those grossly expensive moving statues--not really my fault, as the box was of the surprise-bottomless variety and i could hardly be expected to know this when i lifted it up--but still not the VERY FIRST THING you hope to do as soon as your supervisor finishes instructing you and turns to leave.
and then i left for lunch on my own the other day and came back in like 20 minutes and discovered the submanager very cross at me because until the store opens we're all supposed to leave and come back at the same time. so aside from OH GOD I AM A FUCKUP this also meant i had to spent the next half hour off the clock, but 1.) i did not need the $3.50 all that badly, and 2.) i spent said half-hour in the bookstore across the parking lot, reading comic books, and this soothed me.
aside from one shockingly successful lunch incident, there has been no more socializing and new people are arriving and i think the top floor person--keyholder, or something, is what it's called, right?--has thinly-veiled disdain for me, and starting next week i'm going to have an ENTIRELY NEW set of job skills to learn and start fucking up and also handling money scares me A LOT and i should never be permitted to do it. BUT i am really, really, really enjoying the interior decorating part. mainly i just have this everpresent anxiety that i'm going to do something wrong, and so i am TERRIFIED to do ANYTHING i've not explicitly been told to do and how to do it, in great detail--you would not believe just how MANY wrong ways there are to hang a bunch of costumes on hooks--but i think i'm instead coming off as a total slacker with very little forebrain. which is probably WORSE than being thought of as eagerly incompetent.
BUT SO FAR IT IS GOING WELL, barring my sincere beliefs about other people's thoughts and constant, quiet terror. i get to sort things into categories! i may or may not have mentioned at some point how any activity where i get to sort things into categories brings me dangerously close to orgasm.
additionally: sorry for not answering almost any comments the last few weeks! I AM A FAILBOAT, as we know by now. also for not commenting on almost anyone's entries. i am a motorized thirty-foot fail yacht. :(
well. blisters are mostly healed? at the moment (we open...saturday? definitely by next week) my job seems to be half shuttling-boxes-around-the-giant-warehouse-esque-room(like a very slow mailman in a very small, square neighborhood), half interior decorating(here are two hundred ridiculous delightful hanging sculptures of corpses, clowns, and/or skeletons. here are some walls made of metal gridding and a box of hooks. make it look nice!), yet somehow i am fucking up MORE than the couple of days when i was doing plain old manual labor. i broke one of those grossly expensive moving statues--not really my fault, as the box was of the surprise-bottomless variety and i could hardly be expected to know this when i lifted it up--but still not the VERY FIRST THING you hope to do as soon as your supervisor finishes instructing you and turns to leave.
and then i left for lunch on my own the other day and came back in like 20 minutes and discovered the submanager very cross at me because until the store opens we're all supposed to leave and come back at the same time. so aside from OH GOD I AM A FUCKUP this also meant i had to spent the next half hour off the clock, but 1.) i did not need the $3.50 all that badly, and 2.) i spent said half-hour in the bookstore across the parking lot, reading comic books, and this soothed me.
aside from one shockingly successful lunch incident, there has been no more socializing and new people are arriving and i think the top floor person--keyholder, or something, is what it's called, right?--has thinly-veiled disdain for me, and starting next week i'm going to have an ENTIRELY NEW set of job skills to learn and start fucking up and also handling money scares me A LOT and i should never be permitted to do it. BUT i am really, really, really enjoying the interior decorating part. mainly i just have this everpresent anxiety that i'm going to do something wrong, and so i am TERRIFIED to do ANYTHING i've not explicitly been told to do and how to do it, in great detail--you would not believe just how MANY wrong ways there are to hang a bunch of costumes on hooks--but i think i'm instead coming off as a total slacker with very little forebrain. which is probably WORSE than being thought of as eagerly incompetent.
BUT SO FAR IT IS GOING WELL, barring my sincere beliefs about other people's thoughts and constant, quiet terror. i get to sort things into categories! i may or may not have mentioned at some point how any activity where i get to sort things into categories brings me dangerously close to orgasm.
additionally: sorry for not answering almost any comments the last few weeks! I AM A FAILBOAT, as we know by now. also for not commenting on almost anyone's entries. i am a motorized thirty-foot fail yacht. :(