Posted on June 5, 2007. Filed under: Anger, old job, sexism, work |
Because I Have More Seniority, That’s Why!
2002-07-29, 12:42 p.m.
The new guy in direct (don’t think I even know his name, they don’t bother to introduce me very often), doesn’t to any shop drawings, that I can tell. I think he’s the one that is screwing up my block inserts, too. He’s apparently being payed to [...]
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Posted on June 5, 2007. Filed under: Stephen King Stories, Weekend, bitterness, embarrassment, husband, life, old job, work |
Work. . . . Heigh Ho Heigh Ho
2002-07-29, 11:30 a.m.
Here I am, back again, like some sort of purgatory. Like the Stephen King short story, That Feeling, You Can Only Say What it is in French, only I can’t think what my sin to deserve this might be.I so wish the direct cell would [...]
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