Tuesday. A stupid day of course. It just gets worse everyday. Before I get into it though I just want to dispel one of my sister’s worries. I will be working at a staffing agency but I think it won’t be the same because I’m not the same, the company is not the same, and the people that work there are not the same. So yes, maybe this time it will be different. I don’t care if it’s the exact same situation (it won’t be) I’m pretty desperate to get out of the hell that McMann and Tate is becoming.

Today’s shenanigans started when I saw Terry getting off an elevator and I said ‘Hi’. She said nothing in return. There are two things I don’t like about Terry. Namely her face. But I can rest assured that since she’s working full time her acting career is on hold so we won’t be seeing her tired and increasingly fat ass trodding the boards or gracing the silver screen. Thespians around the world can breath a sigh of relief knowing that the 25 year old girl with the ass of a 50 year old mother of five won’t be competing for any roles anytime soon. And I think she’s a virgin. Anyone who has ever gotten laid cannot be as uptight as she is.

You can’t call this character assassination since this chick with the extra chromosomes has no character whatsoever. For some odd reason she wobbled over to my desk to throw out a cup of coffee, then turning back waddling to her desk. This woman is named after cloth by the way, actually named after fabric. Stupid hippy parents I guess. Today I was moving things around in the storage room also known as the production room. Most things get tossed in there that aren’t used anymore, and they get moved around quite a bit. The past week they decided to add more people to the staff and needed to set them up somewhere.

So things that were moved around a few times already actually got moved back to where they were a few months ago. It was a job I do by myself with Linda occasionally fluttering about saying how she thinks I should have someone helping me out with this. There is no one willing to help, hence me moving things about all by myself. This is one of the good things about having to work in jeans. No need to worry about getting my suits dirty.

And the dress code was something that Donna sat down and talked to Jenn and me about today. The main subject was about what a bad job Jenn and I are doing. It turns out, an interviewee came into the office for an interview late Friday afternoon and Jenn and I were in the kitchen setting up for the alcoholic happy hour. Neal, the guy who was interviewing was furious that no one was at the front desk to greet this guy. Ok that’s understandable, but it was rectified in a minute. Donna had to point out that there should always be someone at the front desk. If you need to step away, one should ask Linda, Terry or Donna.

We both knew better than to ask any of them. Donna also mentioned that the front desk was a mess and it needed to be tidied up. When you’re standing in front of the desk there is no way on hell that you would be able to see the post its under the ledge. Also we’re the first people you see when you walk into the office but the situation is such that the front desk is tucked away and you don’t see the front desk. And since we’re the face of McMann and Tate, we should dress better. So despite how dirty the job is or how filthy I get, it really doesn’t matter as long as we look nice. I dislike them all intensely and want to get the fuck out of there as soon as I can. It’s the best for all concerned actually.

If you’re so inclined tomorrow, Wednesday afternoon around 4:30PM EST, please send me some good thoughts and wishes for I will certainly need them.