Wait, not so fast Toastcrumbs . . .
Yes, that's right, I no longer work at Dillard's. The best part is that I actually quit and wasn't fired, go me.
No more giant underpants, no more crappy managers telling me if I have time to talk then I have time to fold, no more customers asking me 379 times a day where the bathroom is, no more asking "would you like to put this on a Dillard's account?" and trying not to gag.
I was so overwhelmed with having my weekend free - my first since April - that I didn't know what to do.
I did what I usually do in that type of situation - napped.
I have a new job, I've had it for a couple of weeks, full-time, office-type of thing. It's ok I suppose, although I haven't actually done any work yet - that seems to be a central theme for every job I've ever had.
You'll notice that I am updating from work with no shame. No shame. See, now that the fear of being fired has been taken away, there's no telling what I'm capable of. No telling.
The job is in a factory. Or rather thru a factory to get to my office area in the back. I have to wear safety glasses to get to my desk which is very exciting, except opposite. There also seems to be an ant problem localized to my desk.
I'm starting to get a little bit flooped about that.
2005-12-05 at 8:15 a.m.