...people who hate their jobs. And show it.
i mean, my job's about as enjoyable as plucking nose hairs, but at least i've come to terms with the fact that my day is what i make it and how i carry myself affects other people's days. you can be excruciatingly bored with a smile on your face, or be excruciatingly bored and boring.
some folks though, most notably the irritable drones that take care of my billing needs out of our new york office, they're there to just collect a check and the way they talk to you lets you know it. all they see is their one job duty and if it's gets a little too complicated, they get all sasha vujacic on you. work is work, but you're still a human fn being who might want to bring some-even if it's just a little-common sense and composure to your job.
aside from a little temper tanrum i ran into at work today, it was wonderful because lance drove up from home, tiff ditched studying, and the BCF drove them all and patreecha to hooters for (boneless) wangs, laughs, and some corny group hugs in public. hope we get to do it again soon!
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