fuck this job.com

....you are all a bunch of fucking morons.

I now have what would be considered a "real job", meaning that I work day hours Monday - Friday in an office. How that automatically makes it a real job, I'll never know, but hey, I have one. It's gotta be a thousand times easier than waitressing. I could've done this job when I was a child. It's so much more low-stress, and I'm actually bored nearly to tears half the time.

They're training me to use the system, and I'm to the point where I can enter orders by myself. (I was actually doing it the first day; I'm not dumb.) So they give me orders every so often, but not especially difficult ones. When I'm not entering orders, I have nothing to do, and I enter about 20 every eight-hour day. My second day there I discovered the "back door" on my computer to access the internet. The first day I thought I was going to die. My third day I discovered that nobody around me cares if I play CDs on my computer. They've also given me some filing to do; they had me doing filing for a coworker the other day. I got halfway through the alphabet but didn't feel like it was fair; they didn't hire me to be her secretary. Once they gave me my own accounts to file (I'm CSR for all the international accounts, and the last person left them in a disorganized mess) it wasn't as bad. Filing sucks, but at least I know I was doing my OWN work.

Other than that, I take smoke breaks whenever I want, drink a lot of coffee, and snack. I'm going to weigh 300 pounds soon. We're not supposed to surf the internet but I do - discreetly. I was text-messaging on my cell phone yesterday (in silent mode) and out of nowhere, the boss emails me that cell phones aren't allowed. However, people use their phones for personal calls all the time and send personal emails all day; when they're bored, they get up and go talk at someone else's cubicle, I just don't know anyone well enough. I don't see why the girl next to me can smoke five times before noon (did I mention she comes in at 10:30?) and I can't take a minute to send one message on my phone. I was about to email back, "Then fucking GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO!" but I just deleted the email instead.

I don't even know if I'm going to last at this job. It's sooooo boring and I'm a creative person and I at the very least like to be busy. I can't stand sitting there half-asleep and feeling like I'm wasting my time, even though they're paying me for it. I guess it'll get better, but still, I'm way too creative to be a cubicle robot.

But the point is, if this is what a REAL JOB entails, then restaurant workers are on a mission from God. A 10-year-old could do a real job, and it says NOTHING for the people that have one! I sit in my cushy cubicle and laugh at the thought that this is supposed to be my step up.