|Current mood:|| predatory|
|Current music:||Mein Hertz Brennt|
bureaucracy is fun
I started my telemarketing job the other day, and needless to say i hate it. I sold two magazine subscriptions my first day, and none the second day. My bosses are like annoying coaches. They are always like "good job" or "try harder"
They really pressure me to succeed, and it SUCKS. Anyway...
my little brother came home from manchester last night and he is already annoying the piss out of me. I wanna smack him. Turns out while he was in new hampshire he ate on average 16 gogurts a day.
So the bureaucracy title things stems from my 2 hour wait at the social security administration building in gainesville. The place is depressing. It makes me scared to age. Seriously.
The whole thing is painted this dismal grey color, and the workers were so bitter. I had to go to get a replacement Social security card because my flake of a father lost mine. The guy that helped me was bitter like most government workers until he found out that i am 1/4 Souix. He asked why i had checked caucasian on my application instead of native american. Turns out he is Navajo. He told me i shoud be proud of my heritage. I mean i am, but i am more into the Irish side of my family.
IN other news:
My dad told my brother that "your sister thinks she's moving out at the end of the summer"
HE doesn't believe it. haha