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who ever says "Mommy, Daddy! I want to me an administrative assistant when I grow up! I want to make coffee for other people and look up main contact numbers to hospitals! I want to fill other peoples' staplers, load dishwashers, and call downstairs to have the fix-it men change lightbulbs! And mostly, I want to file. I love it. I desire to slip thin sheets of poorly clasped papers into folders that are arranged alphabetically by ticket symbol!" And whose parents would pat them on the head.

I want to massage and not at some lame spa. This city is pissing me off. It's too expensive to follow my dreams here. I got a call from a doctor last week and I need to return his call. He's been referring clients to me...clients that I have to refer again to my biz partners cause Im not around to work on them during the week. Im going to call him back tonight and see who he can send my way on the weekends. In fact, lemme just do that now.


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Oct. 17th, 2006 10:23 pm (UTC)
for what it's worth, when i was working at a job i hated (glorified telemarketer for an insurance agency) i used to actually envy the administrative assistants. i'd rather act like a robot who files than act like a robot who tries to fake enthusiasm.
Oct. 18th, 2006 10:00 am (UTC)
oh yes
Oct. 18th, 2006 03:55 pm (UTC)
it's true, but you know, I do get asked every few weeks or so how things are going yada yada. As if anyone could ever tell their boss the truth! lol
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