| Sewer Rat |
[16 Sep 2003|09:42pm] |
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So I've been clocked at 48 wpm. Only because the employment agency allowed me to practice w/the same page of text that I was tested on. Duh'rrrr.
My new job starts tomorrow. I'm vaguely excited. I should be ecstatic... excited to wood. Maybe I'll pretend to be and make a BLT to celebrate. Toast scraping the roof of my mouth, crunchiness and crumbs.
The Cherub will provide the yips and yee-haw's. He'd look good in a Stetson, he would. I'll call him later tonight.
The woman phoned me up and couldn't remember who I was. She started to attempt a description of me and finally did. I must say it was very unflattering.
(Listen to me complain, I need a boot in the arse).
"Dirty blonde hair, or brownish.... really thin....", she rambled. Yes, that's me. The sewer rat. I find it funny I couldn't return the barrage and reverse zee roles. No one can politely get away w/painting someone as "really heavy", can they?
Ah well, the sewer rat is employed.
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