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jianantonicIt was another slow day at work today, so I spent most of the day talking to Amanda about Laci Peterson. I followed that case like I was hypnotized, but Amanda is down right obsessed. She knows a lot of interesting little details, though, so I had fun talking about it. When she asked me if I'd read Amber Frey's book, the following conversation ensued:
Me: No, I haven't read it.
Amanda: If you want to borrow it, I can bring it in on Monday.
Me: Well, I will read it, but I have a lot of other books on my reading list at the moment. I just started Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett, and then I need to read The Kite Runner, because my mom loaned it to me and will want it back.
Ashlea: Dang, you must read a lot.
Me: Yeah. I didn't get to do much reading for fun in college because I was a double major in History and Philosophy, so I'm kind of backed up.
Zoie: (butting in) I can totally sympathize with you, Meg. I was a theater major in college and I was always reading.
Me: Riiiight. *rolls eyes* (conversation killed).
I know what you're thinking. People in my office don't know how to spell their own names. I feel the same way. We've got a Tammi, Ashlea, and Zoie. Downstairs, there's a Britteney. Zoie is short for Zoelantha. Yeah. They didn't pick their names, so I don't fault them for it, but I do wonder what's wrong with their parents. Anyway...
Zoie does this. She kills conversations. Amanda, Ashlea, and I will be talking about something, and Zoie will butt in with some stupid shit we don't want to hear about, and if we want to continue the conversation, we have to put up with her interrupting us constantly. As we all know by now, my biggest pet peeve is being interrupted (just edging out improper grammar, of which Zoie is a champion), so any conversations that we don't want to cut short must be whispered, so Zoie doesn't jump in. She's an authority on everything, too. In her own little world, she is, anyway. Ask any question to anyone, and she'll give an answer.
Me: Amanda, did you hear if it's supposed to rain?
Zoie: No, it's not going to.
Me: Where's Cassidy?
Zoie: In the bathroom. Doing number one.
Okay, so that last one's a stretch, but seriously, I wouldn't put it past her. But I got a real kick out of her I-was-a-theater-major-so-I-can-sympathize-with-your-magna-cum-laude-double-major-in-philosophy-and-history-graduating-a-year-early-workload comment. I just wanted to say, "Yes, I'm sure while I was memorizing names and dates and analyzing thoughts that shaped world development, you were agonizing equally hard trying to finish all 92 pages of "The Taming of the Shrew." I'm not saying that theater majors don't work as hard as history majors, or philosophy majors, but I will say that there's no doubt in my mind I did quite a bit more reading in college than 99% if not 100% of all BA's in theater. Just sayin'.
The good news is Tammi really is going to fire her. I just don't understand how the decision has been made, and yet not carried out. This happens a lot on the mountain. I knew a full month before Michael got canned at the front desk that Jan was letting him go. Most of the other employees knew. He didn't know. Zoie doesn't have a clue, either. I just don't get it........
And I will say this - I'd take ten Zoies over one more day of working with Janet from ADF, so I'm not complaining - just being mean and making fun;) Hey, it's my journal. And for those who may be doubting, I still love my job. It's just hard to put into words what's so great about it, because you'd have to actually work in my office to understand what it is I do up there anyway. But it's low-stress, high-responsibility, and decently paid with great hours and benefits, so I'm happy.
Speaking of benefits, as of November 1, 2005, I'll have health insurance! And I'll finally get my foot checked out. It's mostly better, but still not 100% (I'd say it's about 65%, really, which is a shame), so I will have it investigated. I swear.
Peace.
Me: No, I haven't read it.
Amanda: If you want to borrow it, I can bring it in on Monday.
Me: Well, I will read it, but I have a lot of other books on my reading list at the moment. I just started Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett, and then I need to read The Kite Runner, because my mom loaned it to me and will want it back.
Ashlea: Dang, you must read a lot.
Me: Yeah. I didn't get to do much reading for fun in college because I was a double major in History and Philosophy, so I'm kind of backed up.
Zoie: (butting in) I can totally sympathize with you, Meg. I was a theater major in college and I was always reading.
Me: Riiiight. *rolls eyes* (conversation killed).
I know what you're thinking. People in my office don't know how to spell their own names. I feel the same way. We've got a Tammi, Ashlea, and Zoie. Downstairs, there's a Britteney. Zoie is short for Zoelantha. Yeah. They didn't pick their names, so I don't fault them for it, but I do wonder what's wrong with their parents. Anyway...
Zoie does this. She kills conversations. Amanda, Ashlea, and I will be talking about something, and Zoie will butt in with some stupid shit we don't want to hear about, and if we want to continue the conversation, we have to put up with her interrupting us constantly. As we all know by now, my biggest pet peeve is being interrupted (just edging out improper grammar, of which Zoie is a champion), so any conversations that we don't want to cut short must be whispered, so Zoie doesn't jump in. She's an authority on everything, too. In her own little world, she is, anyway. Ask any question to anyone, and she'll give an answer.
Me: Amanda, did you hear if it's supposed to rain?
Zoie: No, it's not going to.
Me: Where's Cassidy?
Zoie: In the bathroom. Doing number one.
Okay, so that last one's a stretch, but seriously, I wouldn't put it past her. But I got a real kick out of her I-was-a-theater-major-so-I-can-sympathize-with-your-magna-cum-laude-double-major-in-philosophy-and-history-graduating-a-year-early-workload comment. I just wanted to say, "Yes, I'm sure while I was memorizing names and dates and analyzing thoughts that shaped world development, you were agonizing equally hard trying to finish all 92 pages of "The Taming of the Shrew." I'm not saying that theater majors don't work as hard as history majors, or philosophy majors, but I will say that there's no doubt in my mind I did quite a bit more reading in college than 99% if not 100% of all BA's in theater. Just sayin'.
The good news is Tammi really is going to fire her. I just don't understand how the decision has been made, and yet not carried out. This happens a lot on the mountain. I knew a full month before Michael got canned at the front desk that Jan was letting him go. Most of the other employees knew. He didn't know. Zoie doesn't have a clue, either. I just don't get it........
And I will say this - I'd take ten Zoies over one more day of working with Janet from ADF, so I'm not complaining - just being mean and making fun;) Hey, it's my journal. And for those who may be doubting, I still love my job. It's just hard to put into words what's so great about it, because you'd have to actually work in my office to understand what it is I do up there anyway. But it's low-stress, high-responsibility, and decently paid with great hours and benefits, so I'm happy.
Speaking of benefits, as of November 1, 2005, I'll have health insurance! And I'll finally get my foot checked out. It's mostly better, but still not 100% (I'd say it's about 65%, really, which is a shame), so I will have it investigated. I swear.
Peace.
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Date: 2005-09-09 06:27 pm (UTC)Well, you and Dawn (
But still. Squee!
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Date: 2005-09-10 04:56 am (UTC)snob.
;)
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Date: 2005-09-10 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-10 05:07 am (UTC);)