I'm at the factory, a headache brewing because I think I'm hearing the remaining workers gossip about my favourite employee behind her back. I can't be sure, but either way, they're all getting on my nerves; figures that grandmama's one of those talkers. Though the deliveries and the paperwork's been done for the day, I'm still sitting out the rest of the workers, despite the enormous yen to escape.
I'm playing the waiting game with Slimy.
He took a hiatus a little while ago, but he's back now in full force. I think on his second or third day back, he slipped out of the factory with an arm-load of his own tailoring to deliver, leaving his workload here to just pile up in his absence. He told my aunt on her way out that he was planning to leave by 8pm, but having taken the time out to stand around to gossip, his ETD probably won't be until much later--though that's what he was probably banking on anyway.
Of course mom's making my FAVOURITE food for dinner tonight as well.
So I'm stretching my own work load out longer to accommodate his schedule, at least until my aunt makes her unannounced return to the factory. Though, knowing her ways, she won't make it here until 9pm herself--if she makes it back here at all.
My only consolation to it all is that while I play this waiting game with the factory employees, I'm also playing the waiting game with the remainder of my time here at the sweatshop.
That's right, I gave it up. As Ehbaba helped me put into words a few intelligent conversations ago, I just don't "fit" this job.
"It's not because you're not bright or adaptable enough, you're just not the right fit for that particular position, and that position is just not the right fit for you."
I felt so much better after that conversation.
And so, Friday ever-so-slowly approaches. I couldn't care less (not true) about what comes after that, but as soon as I officially finish working here, I know a huge wait weight is going to come crashing off my shoulders. Friday, here I come!
How sad is this? I'm exhausted, slouching so low in my computer chair that I'm practically sitting on my back, and yet I'd rather number- watch than go to bed, knowing that I have to get up early tomorrow to drop my mom off at work.
The twelfth episode of Heroes was on tonight and I missed it due to previous engagements (though I specifically remember that at 9:32pm I was having a conversation about poo). As any neurotic fan would do, I jumped online and downloaded it the first chance I got--only to find that the version I downloaded wasn't the episode at all but a cheap ad trick to try to get you to use their version of torrent downloading instead.
And so, here I wait, wishing the ETA would drop from hours to minutes.
If only I were Hiro Nakamura, none of this time business would matter.
"Save the cheerleader--save the world."
Sometimes, when people vie for my attention when I have none to give, I get so annoyed I want to rip their faces off, regardless of who that person may be.
AND...the older they are, the shorter my fuse.
At this current rate, my grandmother might just be faceless by the time I head home today.
How awful...
"A watched inbox never fills."
I mean, really, who watches pots anymore? It's all about the microwave or the delivery boy now, isn't it?
I'm sitting here checking and re-checking my email accounts as if I'm waiting for something to happen. Nothing's happening, nor am I really expecting anything to, but I don't really have anything else to do at work.
For all those in the know, I don't think this sweatshop thing is going to pan out for me. It's different, but I haven't learned anything. I thought it'd be a great experience, but so far all I've experienced is that sometimes some people will have a hard time letting go of something, no matter how much they try to convince themselves they're ready to let it go.
I LOooooooOOooooOoOOooooOooooOVE dealing with people, but here I don't really get to. The delivery guys must think I'm easy because I try to talk to them as long as possible when they're around--they're the closest thing I have to real customers throughout the day. I mean, sure I have actual clients and stuff, but I mostly just get to take orders from them and really, no matter how hard I may try, nothing ever pleases them.
So, back to the job market it is for me soon. That or back to school. Nobody ever thinks it, but I know I'll be happy to go back to school--ah, the good ol' days. I was thinking of opening my own business of a sort, but there's a lot of planning yet before that idea (and it's only an idea) can come to fruition--tell you more about it after I knead a plan out a little better.
Until then, back to my sweating.
