I MUST LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT

I must look like an idiot. It seems that way anyway. Today I was taught how to answer a phone while already on another call (ask the first party to hold, ya think?! Of course that would require getting a word in edgewise) and it was also explained to me how to type data onto a form template. (You mean you put the purchase order number where it says PO# ?? Well gosh darn!) At least these people are nice about it, except the owner who has the patience of a hummingbird on a meth/’roid cocktail. I really want to hand him a copy of my resume, especially after the comment about how he didn’t want me typing up the overseas shipping labels because it might be “too complicated” and required “attention to detail”. In all fairness he doesn’t know my background (nor does he care to know apparently) and as nice as everyone has been (sincerely they have been) I wouldn’t be happy anywhere unless it was in the legal field. I really must stop this whining. It is not getting me anywhere. Only a few more days to go, then I get to go visit friends in PA for the holiday weekend. Ahhhhhhh.

In other, non related, news I saw a truck on the highway after work. It had HUGE tires like a monster truck, a license plate frame that said “Eats RAMS and shits Chevies” (it was a Ford). It also had metallic flames on the front and back end and a front, fake plate that said “FATBOY”. I managed to be both in front of and behind this mammoth vehicle at different points of my trek. The piece de resistance (and I did a double take when I saw this) were the pair of silver, metallic testicles hanging from the back hitch.

Talk about a classy ride!