nuevo camello
ok let's try this again...
i started a new job this week. woo hoooo that means no more counting quarters to see if i have enough for the bus... and i can start feeding my shopping addiction.. i was going through serious withdrawls... but even though i'm glad to be making the plata my new job is also my ARG of the day.
(side note: something smells like shit in this office right now.. ew)
it's my first day and of course my boss wasn't in the office which wouldn't have been so bad but the fact that he failed to mention to anyone that i was going to be starting this week proved to be a little uncomfy.. i was greeted by the who the hell are u stares. People were friendly anyways.. except for the guy that thinks i'm after his job. he seems to be coming around now though... cuz i'm cool like that. so here i am. finished with all the little projects my boss left me to do without directions or explanations.. just here do it... pero lo hice.. and now... he's not here again. so instead of working i'm writing this blog entry. Which isn't bad.. but i don't want the rest of the guys at the office and shop to think i'm slacking off cuz i know the boss personally (yes guys... did i mention i'm the only chica here besides the cleaning lady?)
see the main reason the guy hired me is to do an inventory in the hardware room. he wants me to catalog and keep track of all the supplies the guys use to build their shit. sounds easy enough i thought... ha!! easy my culo. did u know that there are like 100 different types of hinges(visagras... who knew that was hinges in spanish) and that we have all of them in stock? and did u know that not only do i have to learn the names of this shit in english for reordering purposes but i also have to learn it in spanish for communication purposes with the guys. pero de todas maneras doesn't seem too bad.. que pena que the fucking room is a freakin mess and u can't even walk in it. and too bad that the freakin room has a little annex that u have to reach by rickety ladder and a bit of climbing.. and too bad that i'm afraid of heights. yeah too bad. so even before i can count 1/8" flat screws and 2" gold plated visagras i have to clean and figure out how to make that room inhabitable.. inhabitable cuz there is this little guy that stays in there all day passing shit out.. poor little ecua..
but it's not all bad. I think i mentioned that i'm the only girl besides the cleaning lady (one guess what her name is... M.... good guess). While most of the guys are a little on the icky side there are one or two that are cute... one of them is even a Midget look-alike.. too bad i'm anti-midgets from ecua now. and it's funny how they react when i walk into the room. all the sudden stomachs are sucked in and are walking a little straighter. I havn't gotten any double takes today. the surprise on their faces on seenig a female walk among them was too much. hehe.. i like being the center of attention.. at least till they get used to me.
ok.. so it's not all bad. i just have to figure out a plan of attack with that room... arg.
(side note: i'm not gonna spell check cuz that's what fucked me up the last time. so deal with it!!) ARG
i started a new job this week. woo hoooo that means no more counting quarters to see if i have enough for the bus... and i can start feeding my shopping addiction.. i was going through serious withdrawls... but even though i'm glad to be making the plata my new job is also my ARG of the day.
(side note: something smells like shit in this office right now.. ew)
it's my first day and of course my boss wasn't in the office which wouldn't have been so bad but the fact that he failed to mention to anyone that i was going to be starting this week proved to be a little uncomfy.. i was greeted by the who the hell are u stares. People were friendly anyways.. except for the guy that thinks i'm after his job. he seems to be coming around now though... cuz i'm cool like that. so here i am. finished with all the little projects my boss left me to do without directions or explanations.. just here do it... pero lo hice.. and now... he's not here again. so instead of working i'm writing this blog entry. Which isn't bad.. but i don't want the rest of the guys at the office and shop to think i'm slacking off cuz i know the boss personally (yes guys... did i mention i'm the only chica here besides the cleaning lady?)
see the main reason the guy hired me is to do an inventory in the hardware room. he wants me to catalog and keep track of all the supplies the guys use to build their shit. sounds easy enough i thought... ha!! easy my culo. did u know that there are like 100 different types of hinges(visagras... who knew that was hinges in spanish) and that we have all of them in stock? and did u know that not only do i have to learn the names of this shit in english for reordering purposes but i also have to learn it in spanish for communication purposes with the guys. pero de todas maneras doesn't seem too bad.. que pena que the fucking room is a freakin mess and u can't even walk in it. and too bad that the freakin room has a little annex that u have to reach by rickety ladder and a bit of climbing.. and too bad that i'm afraid of heights. yeah too bad. so even before i can count 1/8" flat screws and 2" gold plated visagras i have to clean and figure out how to make that room inhabitable.. inhabitable cuz there is this little guy that stays in there all day passing shit out.. poor little ecua..
but it's not all bad. I think i mentioned that i'm the only girl besides the cleaning lady (one guess what her name is... M.... good guess). While most of the guys are a little on the icky side there are one or two that are cute... one of them is even a Midget look-alike.. too bad i'm anti-midgets from ecua now. and it's funny how they react when i walk into the room. all the sudden stomachs are sucked in and are walking a little straighter. I havn't gotten any double takes today. the surprise on their faces on seenig a female walk among them was too much. hehe.. i like being the center of attention.. at least till they get used to me.
ok.. so it's not all bad. i just have to figure out a plan of attack with that room... arg.
(side note: i'm not gonna spell check cuz that's what fucked me up the last time. so deal with it!!) ARG
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