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Wednesday, November 05, 2003

Election 2003
From 9 a.m. to 7:30 p.m., I helped to pester America about voting, usually for specific and terrible people. Mostly, America hung up on me. Sometimes, it swore.
The dialing machine wasn't working correctly, and that was a comfort. I could see it taking a toll on my bosses, particularly T., the boss I hate the most. I hate him because of his hairstyle, his ineffectual attempts at giving pre-shift pep-talks, and because he is the only boss who has ever admonished me in any way.
Today, an insufferable and very outgoing woman who often sits invisible and horribly audible on the otherside of the cubby row from me kept adding helpful tips in the pre work pep-talk. Points the hated T. had missed, humorous observations, high-pitched giggles. T. began to speak in an extremely sarcastic tone of voice, and I could tell that at that moment, he hated his job more than I hated mine.
I made a sign with an arrow pointing across at the cubicle wall, to the side that the terrible woman was sitting on, and I wrote "I'm with insufferable" on it, but it seemed immature, so later I hid it.
At the 5 pm break, there was a Pizza Party! I was a little put out that they didn't provide sodas. I mean, it's not really a party if there aren't sodas, am I right?
The pizza was delivered 40 minutes before the shift break. For those 40 minutes, in between the rare calls that slipped through the malfunctioning dialer, I could hear my co-workers, most of which are grown men and women, getting really excited about the pizza.
Later, I ate pizza that had been sitting in the break room for 45 minutes. I was glad to get it.
We all had to get in line to get to the pizza. "Bernice" (not her real name), the co-worker I suspect of being a werewolf due to her aversion to silverware, cut the line and went scavening around the pizza table. Nobody said anything to her, although several of us were obviously pretty (and justifiably!) upset, but my guess is that no one wishes to risk getting into a conversation with "Bernice" for any reason.

posted by Frenzy Lohan | 11/05/2003 01:15:00 AM
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