Work and Such...

So here I sit at work, being bored as all freaking heck on a Friday. It's about 4:45 and guess where my boss is? You'll never guess so let me tell you. She's out in the shop having a beer, just like every other Friday. Can I just say once how freaking ridiculous this is?!

But I guess that's what it's like here. Everyone goes out and has a beer at 4:30 on Fridays, either that or they leave. Except for me. I stay here until 5, just waiting until I can go home. Of course, I'd be able to leave if I was any position in the company other than the receptionist. It's one of the most irritating things about my job, I'd say.

Maybe today I'm just having a bad day or something, but it really is making me mad today. Why should I have to sit here and work while everyone else is out there getting drunk? I'm not even kidding! They stay here until 6 or 7 drinking, and then they leave and drive home! I have a huge problem with this, but I wouldn't know who to complain to or anything of the sort. Whatever though. I guess this is just a good place to vent it. At least I know most of the people who read this blog have the same morals as me and would deem it equally wrong.

I have a lot of issues with my job, but that one is a major one. There are tons of others though. Everyone treats everyone else like crap, I swear it's like being back in high school, but I'd almost even say it was worse. Everyone is petty here. It makes me feel like I'm 5. and they treat me like it too. That's another frustrating thing about my job. I'm not 2 years old. There is no reason for them to treat me like it. They're always checking up on me and repeating things to me just to make sure I understand them. I'm not stupid. If I was, I don't think they'd have hired me, right?

Ok, so even though I make my job sound horrible, there are the good aspects, lunch... I like some of my co workers, Wendy, Shauna, on a really really really really really good day Shilo, Liz sometimes, Jeff... *shrug* that's pretty much it. Everyone else here pretty much blows chunks. In a massive way.

In other news... I want a baby...








This is what my communications teacher would call a pregnant pause...














































































No, just kidding. No babies for us, at least not now.

Dave and I are giving our very first "adult talks" in sacarment meeting on Sunday. Which for those of you who aren't LDS, means we actually have to speak longer than 5 minutes. We have like 15 minutes to fill up! And I'm horrid at this type of thing anyway. My most memorable experience speaking in sacrament meeting actually didn't involve too many words at all. I got up looked at all the people and me in my brilliance, said "Wow... there's a lot of people here." and promptly started to cry. I finally muttered a few words and closed my talk and sat down. It was horrid. And I never seem to manage to escape speaking in church. I guess I have something to learn from this. So far, I don't think I've learned much. I mean unless you count how to make people think you're feeling the spirit when really you're so terrified you just want to curl up into a ball and cry for the rest of forever.

There wasn't really a point to this blog post. I guess just to vent out my frustrations and such with work. And then I just started rambling. You were warned properly though, I did name the blog random ramblings.

Out for now-

Steph