Spring Cleaning

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Written on 6:33 AM by Sarah

Well, tomorrow's my last day here. Can't say I'm sad. I've spent the whole week planning what I'll do with my free time. Too bad I wasted my Spring Break week in the office so I still have school starting back up this Saturday. Monday morning, however, will be the start of a new journey. Next week, I makeover the house.

I get focused on projects and a little OCD with them, but that's how I am. I've been sitting with these boxes all over the place for over a year now. John and I have never had the time to actually unpack everything or even decorate the walls with all the stuff we brought from our seperate lives. I'm excited about next week. It'll be the frst time we get to see how well our tastes actually mesh (not that I'm girly to begin with).

I'm particularly happy about the prospect of finally organizing my desk into something I can sit and write at. It's been a while. I can never hope to be a published author if I can't even set up a proper work station!

Am I Being Too Nice?

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Written on 1:04 PM by Sarah

It seems they haven't found anyone to replace me yet and Friday is suposed to be my last day. However, I was asked to stay another week to give them more time. I accepted the offer since my fingerprinting for the Board of Ed takes ten-forteen days to process before I can tutor. I only had plans to clean up the house and work on my novel. I guess I can give up forty hours of my Spring Break to working instead. :/

Kinda sad though that I caved in. I really don't want to be here any more.

Monday 4/6

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Written on 8:17 AM by Sarah


Stupidity Can Go Either Way
Golf Course Florida, USA
Customer: “Excuse me. Do you have any left-handed golf balls?”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Customer: “I’m left-handed, and I need a left-handed ball. I don’t want my balls curving to the right all the time.”
Me: “All the balls are the same. They’re round, and they don’t have a hand preference.”
Customer: “Don’t f*** with me. I already had to search through all your clubs for a left-handed one, so where’s your left-handed balls?”
Me: “…the dark green and the orange balls are left-handed.”
Customer: “See? Was that so hard?”
Me: *facepalm*


notalwaysright.com has to be my favorite site within the last 30 days. :)


I Quit!

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Written on 6:28 AM by Sarah

I did it. I put in my two weeks this week and it felt so good. I know there are people all around me dying to get a job but I'm happy to be unemployed for a little while. If everything works out right, I should get an actual Spring Break. Something I haven't known for eight years. Before you ask, I put money aside first. My bills will be paid. But right now, I need a vacation. I'm stressed to the edge of cracking and I'd rather drop the mundane office job than see my grades suffer.

In a word: Relief. That's my week. Though it's pouring rain and still in the 50's this early April, I couldn't be happier.

I hope John will relax once I've secured another job and he sees how much cleaner the house is.

Office Politics

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Written on 10:36 AM by Sarah

I can't do this anymore. I simply cannot work for morons who have no grasp on reality. Too many people in this office have been coddled since infancy and cannot understand how the world works outside of their brownstone suburb.

Today, I open my email to find one of our Sales Reps wants me to order a car for her with particular... details. She hates vans, thinks they are tacky. Thinks the clients will think they are tacky. So I have to request a "black Lincoln Town Car" and nothing else. She also said to clarify the address because there was a mix up last week when the car company who "doesn't speak good English[sic]" went to the wrong location. Then, if this wasn't enough to make me laugh, she closes her email with the most asinine request. I'm reprinting it here, exactly as it was typed:

"I don’t know how you can word it but I would like to ask the dispatcher to send someone professional and clean (not smelly)….. lol
Thanks Sarah."


Sure... I'll get right on that. And John wonders why I want to quit my job?

The Point

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Written on 6:02 AM by Sarah

I'm not a rambler. I'm not a gossiper. I just tell people exactly what I need and when. The problem at work, well, at any place I've ever worked, is that most people do not speak this way. In fact, when I talk this way to coworkers and customers they most often assume I am "blowing them off" when this isn't the case.

The problem here is that I like to use my time wisely. I like to be efficient. In the time it takes you to tell me about every woe and trouble you have experienced since your printer went down, I could have fixed it.

Ladies. Gentlemen. Get to the point.

Look, it's not that I don't care. It's not even that I don't want to help you. I just want to help more people today than just you. In fact, the reason you are telling me about evry little problem is because you want to expedite the help. You want me to know how "urgent" the job is needed. The fact is it doesn't matter. I will help you in the same speed no matter what. I treat all people as emergencies, afterall, who am I to judge what's important to you?

So, just tell me what is wrong and that's it. You need to get an invoice corrected? Tell me that. You need to order more toner? Tell me that. I DO NOT need to know about what day you recieved the bill or how many children are suffering because you couldn't copy the coloring pages for them this morning.

Seriously. The point. Get to it.

The Mondays 2/2

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Written on 8:07 AM by Sarah



For everyone who has a case of the Mondays, I'll be sharing a bit of work-related humor with you every start of the work week to help get you through to Friday. Enjoy!

He Uses The Google

Me: “Thank you for calling *** Services, how may I help you?”
Customer: “I am an old man who does not understand anything about computers. Something is wrong… can you help me step by step?”
Me: “Yes, I can. First off I need to know somethings about your computer…”
(After about 5 minutes he hands the phone to his son who is a self-proclaimed computer software technician.)
Customer’s son: “Hey, this is ***. I know about computers so you can speak all the Internet jargon you want.”
Me: “Alright. First off, what web browser are you using?”
Customer’s son: “Well I am on Google, so Internet Explorer.”
Me: “… Sir?”
Customer's son: “Yeah, since I am on Google, I’m obviously using Internet Explorer.”
Me: “Can I speak with your father, sir?”

Dream Job

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Written on 7:21 AM by Sarah

I have this vague misconception about my ideal job. It's not a specific occupation nor even a specfic genre. I just know I want to be in control of my own future. I want to, essentially, become my own boss and make my own choices. I know what's required for good customer service and what's required to make money rather than losing it. I can be frugal or generous whichever the situation calls for. I know how to dress up and present myself and I know when to kick back and relax with coworkers. I can make people who hate one another work together and I can make any task fun for anyone just by how it's presented.

Perhaps my plan of going into teaching isn't too far off from what I want in my life. But, to be honest, one of the main reasons I chose education over art or animation or writing or one of the many paths I've pursued...

I want the paid vacation time. I want my summers free to spend time with my imaginary future-family.

Yes, it's true that I love working with kids because the older sister in me is still there. And, yes, it's true that I love reading and writing and inspiring that same love in others. But I think teaching will be ideal for my other future plans as well.

My First Job

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Written on 1:24 PM by Sarah

If I were to classify the first time I was paid to do a task for someone, it would be the day I was old enough to do chores and recieve an allowance.

I don't quite remember my age, but I know I was around ten years old because my stepdad was still in the military. I had three younger brothers and my mother decided to make a Chore Chart with some markers and posterboard. We had that list on every fridge for the next ten years.

Our chores varied from doing the dishes to feeding the dog and they alternated days so no one would feel like they were doing all the hard chores. Of course, my younger brothers weren't asked to do things beyond their abilities and it took a good amount of explanation before I accepted this as a fair decision.

My mother would check off or star sticker the chart after we had done our chores for the day. Then, on Saturday, we would each get $5. I think this went up after a while because I remember getting $20 for washing her car, but I digress. The point was that we had to do everything. And if you missed your day, you simply piled them up for the next day so there was no escaping the chores. I learned a valuable lesson during the days of the Chore Chart:

Little brothers hate doing dishes, and they will give you money to do it for them.