October 25th, 2005


(no subject)

It's 6:30. And I'm still at work. I just finished yesterday's mail - never mind today's (which is, thankfully, very light). Why? One girl called out sick, which left me and the new girl. Who asks questions every five seconds (she's been here for a few weeks, now). Who's shred bin I'm afraid to go through, for fear of what I'll find there. Who took all day to do 4 bundles of mail (for comparison, I spent today doing about 20 bundles, amongst other things).

I wanna go home. *pout*