Sweet Freedom

I quit my hellacious temp job! Yay!

Here's an excerpt from an email I sent out to a friend, I know I'm repeating myself a bit here from an earlier post, but one does that when they get really miffed:

"I had a job and then I quit that job! It was the worst I ever had (and I had some clunkers in my time)! It was a temp position assigned to me at some insurance company (which really was a personal injury law firm, not sure how that happened) an hour's train-ride into the hell of Long Island. It was my job, I assumed since I got no training, to retrieve and put away files all day. The files were in the basement. The basement had five rooms, in which some, the lights worked. In those rooms were a total of about 2000 boxes stacked about seven high in no particular order. It was in those boxes that a file I was sent down to get could possibly be. If it wasn't, I had to go back up and say, "It wasn't there." Then someone would tell me that I had to find it anyway. I would spend hours searching all the offices and cubicles.

The girls there all talked like Amy Fisher and had really big butts. They liked to enhance their asses by wearing see-thru slacks which high-lited their underwear of choice: the itty-bitty thong. Gross. (I didn't know thongs were made in XXXXL, now I know.) They also liked to exclaim absolutely out of nowhere that they needed their pussies laid.

I had to ask permission any and every time I had use the restroom!

Nobody would ever give me a pen or pencil or anything to write with. I found a pen on the sidewalk one day and that became my work pen.

I knew it was my WORST job when, the last time I couldn't find a file, this woman threw the file-order back at me swearing and demanding me to find it and I looked at her and in front of ten people I uttered, "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" and no one even cared! (Maybe because that was THE MOST NEGATIVE workplace ever. I heard exclamations like, "I'm gonna fucking leave this fucking place if that goddamn bitch shows her ugly goddamn face in here one more time. I've had it with her fucking shit!!!" and "I'm gonna kill that know-it-all bastard!!!" almost every ten minutes. So about 48 times a day.)

Yesterday (Monday morning) when I woke up I called my job agent in Manhattan and told her I wasn't ever going there again. She yelled at me, "Oh SHIT!" and told me that she had someone waiting for an interview and would call me right back. I knew that she wouldn't call, and - she didn't."

That's the last of I've heard from the AppleOne Experience. Good riddance!