I'm at my new job right now, or actually one third of my new job. I got in trouble today because I didn't put all the labels on straight and sometimes I was stamping the books in the wrong places. Oh, well. I guess I'm not a genius after all.
I can't make up my stupid mind about how much time I need to think. In my other job I had to talk on the phone all day to people, and my biggest bitch was that I never got to think about the things I needed to, like I didn't have time to process shit. But now I have this job where everything is nice and quiet, and I don't have enough shit to think about. What the hell is wrong with me?
This place is like crazy quiet, though, which is super nice. They are almost afraid of noise in there. I'm not even supposed to talk while I'm stamping books. In fact, there is another girl working here, whose name I forget, sitting about six feet away doing the exact same thing, but we completely ignore each other. My boss talks so quietly that I have to ask him to repeat himself sometimes. And he takes a hundred years to say anything. He rolls his eyes behind twitching eyelids, wriggles his lips to fish for the right words, and then whispers them as quietly as possible. I end up staring out a window while I'm waiting for him to tell me something. I also find myself talking extra loudly and acting a little more crass just to balance things out.
In which I shamelessly abuse the internet.
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