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in which joyce does the happy dance
This is what my horoscope on Friendster said today: It's creepy when things like horoscopes are eerily accurate. I'm still on a total high from finding out about the job offer. A REAL OFFER. Like an actual, written-down-on-paper, legally binding contract! With actual details of what my benefits are! No more randomly asking coworkers who knows the sick day policy or how many years we have to work in this god forsaken hell hole before we get some paid vacation or who is our health care provider? IT WILL ALL BE WRITTEN DOWN! For the first time in my professional life I look forward to perks like paid vacation and vision coverage! VISION! Do you know what this means? This means, I can get new contacts. And not a moment too soon as the supply I have has just run out and is about to expire. Yes, expire. As in, I got them five years ago when I was a freshman in college and I have now been out of school for a year and the contacts are about to go bad. I've been using the same one-year supply of monthly disposable lenses for five years. Which goes to show how often I wear my contacts. But maybe now that I have vision coverage I will actually wear my contacts and look somewhat less frumpy and nerdy. Yeah. Right. Anyway, it's Friday and I get my offer letter tomorrow! And now I can laugh at all the things that really pissed me off in this job! And entertain you all with the now-hilarious stories! Like the time we had no elevator service contract (because the head office was taking their SWEET time to approve one) and BOTH elevators broke down. In a building with two elevators. You do the math. Oh that was a knee-slapping good time!
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