so. work. i would like to mention that i will not change the names of anyone i work with, because none of them are innocent. the oldest one (not counting our two bosses), is 21. twenty-fucking-one. the youngest are 19. so as you can see, we are all fools.

anyway. there weren't many people there today. kris, alice and i, until about 4:30, when alice left, and trevor and brad came in. damn those two guys can be annoying. they spent 15 minutes just discussing the difference between candy bars. and they kept burping. stupid boy burps. they're lucky i hadn't had any soda, cuz i can put them all to shame. damn right. after 12 years of being bestest buds, alice and i are good at doing stupid boy burps. we've practiced.

so, yeah, the actual work. it wasn't too bad. i found 8 people, which is pretty good for my first day. plus, i worked 8 1/2 hours, so i basically averaged 1 person an hour. but damn, some of those people are hard to find. i did a lot of calling to alabama and georgia. this one lady was getting all mad at me, so i hung up on her. fuck yeah! take that! booyeah! i mean, yeah i hung up on all the other people (such is my job), but with this lady, i was trying to end the call politely, but she started being kinda bitchy, so i hung up on her ass. hee!

in case anyone wonders, this is basically what my job is: i work in an office and sit in a cubicle. i go through shit loads of accounts and call people. then i hang up on them and (in my head) i do my happy dance cuz then i just made some more commission. also making appearances: cigarette breaks with alice so we can bitch, pizza, yo-yos, staring blankly at my computer screen, and getting the urge to put my fist through the computer screen.

good times.

know what a nice thing is? we don't have uniforms of any sort, and there isn't really a dress code. which is good cuz i was all semi-punk today. black high top all-stars, grungy black jeans, my wallet chain (cuz i like it damnit), bikini kill t-shirt, and a tan General Foods work shirt that has some weird black stains that won't come off.

but hey, i smell good.

music: weston "got beat up"