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What Just Bill hates about working in the city
What Just Bill hates about working in the city
One of the many, many things I will not miss about my soon-to-be-ending job is the amount and types of noise made by other people around me. The highly percussive typists, the conference-call-on-speakerphone dude, the nail clippers, the high-pitched cacklers…the list goes on. It’s as though people have no clue that there are other people around them. I know what you might be thinking: “But Fraulein, it’s not a library!” To which I reply: “It should be treated as such anyway. Be quiet or be elsewhere.”
Some of you may remember that in a previous post I reffered to my boss as The Hep. I did this because I feel that working for her is like having an STD. You know, the hep, the syph, the clap, whatever you get the point. She sucks both as a boss and at life in general. And she brings the horribleness that is herself down on our whole team of people. The one saving grace is that she works in another state… at least I thought that was a saving grace when I met her.
Any dog trainer will tell you that most dogs are motivated by one of three things: 1) food 2) toys or 3) praise. This makes sense; we’ve all seen a dog who will do anything for a piece of hot dog, favorite ball, or just “who’s a good girl? who is?”
There are so many characters for me to observe at my workplace, and they provide a nearly endless parade of entertainment for me. With that in mind, today we will be focusing on one lady in particular.