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vanillafluffyStill doing medical billing...working there had its moments. Every Friday morning, there was an office meeting. And if you came in for it, you could take an hour lunch instead of a half-hour, so I missed very few office meetings. It was especially nice on alternate Fridays---payday!---because we were a short drive from a WalMart, where I could do some speed spending, as I called it.
There was an office Christmas party every year...I was on the planning committee one time, and it was trickier than you'd think. For starters, the place would have to be big enough for 30-35 people, AND it had to serve alcohol AND not be too far off the beaten track. I personally would've been fine without the booze, but a bunch of those gals, the way they whined at the thought, you'd think they were being deprived of air.
There was the usual Secret Santa nonsense, and decorating the office---although not to the extent that they did for Halloween. (One of the supervisors, upon viewing the cobwebs, jack o'lanterns and skeletons one year pronounced that "It looks like Hallowween threw up in here.")
I mentioned the costume contest---there was also a decorating contest, in which the building was divided into sections, and each section did their own mini "haunted house" schtick. There were dungeons, insane asylums, weird zoos, and my own personal favorite---the Mothership. One of the gals got an alien mask and voice synthesizer, there were star charts and alien lifeform specimens---doll parts in mason jars covers with green shampoo (thriftily reused by the gal who brought it in). I was the trailer park abductee, and I had a little set piece about how "I thought I heard raccoons out by the garbage pails, and I ran out, and there it was! Just a-hoverin' and a-spinnin'! And then they beamed me up, and they probed me!* And I had lunch with Elvis---fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches!" I was in a nightgown and fuzzy leopard print slippers and had my hair up---I had the part down to a tee, it was a blast.
While the social part was fun, not everyone was suited for the rest of it. We had people who'd start, leave for lunch and not come back. Or not come back for Day Two. I wish I had a dollar for every broad that didn't last out the first 90 days, I'd have enough money to fill my gas tank and then some.
The location was good: It was near enough that on more than one occasion, I woke up with less than a half-hour before I had to be to work, slithered into my clothes and had time to hit S'leven on the way in. (It helped that you weren't officially late unless it was more than 15 minutes past your start time. I wish everywhere was that civilized.) It was also a short block from a nice used bookstore (since closed), several cafes, and a full-service gas station---THAT was awesome, but the guy who ran it retired some months before my termination.
Personal life...church, basically. A little visiting with friends on weekends. I was still phobic about driving in bad weather, after dark, too far from home---it helped when I got new glasses---my old prescription was "off" enough that between that and my less than stellar night vision (no pun intended), it added to my anxieties.
Big shockeroo---one morning, Mb informed me that HWSNBN had gotten married. Small, private affair, a few close friends...what bugged the crap out of me (aside from the fact that of course he wasn't supposed to bounce back, he was supposed to pine for me and realize what a shithead he'd been), was the fact that I ended up hearing about this marriage from like, six or eight mutual friends before he deigned to tell me. And in fact, he and she showed up on my doorstep one Saturday morning, no warning at all, and I gave him shit about that. (She was all, "You didn't tell her? What do you mean, you didn't tell her?", which shows that she's got some class, regardless of who she's married to.) What the hell, better her than me.
Stay tuned.
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* Which was why I about doubled up and peed myself at the frat boy's tale in "Tall Tales". (SPN, Season 2.)
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There was an office Christmas party every year...I was on the planning committee one time, and it was trickier than you'd think. For starters, the place would have to be big enough for 30-35 people, AND it had to serve alcohol AND not be too far off the beaten track. I personally would've been fine without the booze, but a bunch of those gals, the way they whined at the thought, you'd think they were being deprived of air.
There was the usual Secret Santa nonsense, and decorating the office---although not to the extent that they did for Halloween. (One of the supervisors, upon viewing the cobwebs, jack o'lanterns and skeletons one year pronounced that "It looks like Hallowween threw up in here.")
I mentioned the costume contest---there was also a decorating contest, in which the building was divided into sections, and each section did their own mini "haunted house" schtick. There were dungeons, insane asylums, weird zoos, and my own personal favorite---the Mothership. One of the gals got an alien mask and voice synthesizer, there were star charts and alien lifeform specimens---doll parts in mason jars covers with green shampoo (thriftily reused by the gal who brought it in). I was the trailer park abductee, and I had a little set piece about how "I thought I heard raccoons out by the garbage pails, and I ran out, and there it was! Just a-hoverin' and a-spinnin'! And then they beamed me up, and they probed me!* And I had lunch with Elvis---fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches!" I was in a nightgown and fuzzy leopard print slippers and had my hair up---I had the part down to a tee, it was a blast.
While the social part was fun, not everyone was suited for the rest of it. We had people who'd start, leave for lunch and not come back. Or not come back for Day Two. I wish I had a dollar for every broad that didn't last out the first 90 days, I'd have enough money to fill my gas tank and then some.
The location was good: It was near enough that on more than one occasion, I woke up with less than a half-hour before I had to be to work, slithered into my clothes and had time to hit S'leven on the way in. (It helped that you weren't officially late unless it was more than 15 minutes past your start time. I wish everywhere was that civilized.) It was also a short block from a nice used bookstore (since closed), several cafes, and a full-service gas station---THAT was awesome, but the guy who ran it retired some months before my termination.
Personal life...church, basically. A little visiting with friends on weekends. I was still phobic about driving in bad weather, after dark, too far from home---it helped when I got new glasses---my old prescription was "off" enough that between that and my less than stellar night vision (no pun intended), it added to my anxieties.
Big shockeroo---one morning, Mb informed me that HWSNBN had gotten married. Small, private affair, a few close friends...what bugged the crap out of me (aside from the fact that of course he wasn't supposed to bounce back, he was supposed to pine for me and realize what a shithead he'd been), was the fact that I ended up hearing about this marriage from like, six or eight mutual friends before he deigned to tell me. And in fact, he and she showed up on my doorstep one Saturday morning, no warning at all, and I gave him shit about that. (She was all, "You didn't tell her? What do you mean, you didn't tell her?", which shows that she's got some class, regardless of who she's married to.) What the hell, better her than me.
Stay tuned.
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* Which was why I about doubled up and peed myself at the frat boy's tale in "Tall Tales". (SPN, Season 2.)
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