Worst Jobs in the World

My boss and I were talking about horrible jobs this morning,and then my bestie,L,and I chatted about her crappy job and how much she would love to stick the job up her boss' ass,and just quit.But like everyone,she really needs the money,so she just has to stick it out.Either way,she has a pretty cushy job,as do I.Boring,but cushy.No real complaints from my side about my job,except for the previously mentioned office-bitch.

But how we got to the horrible jobs subject is kind of gross.My boss was at the garage last night,because the funeral director from a neighbouring towns' vehicle broke down,and he had to bring it into the garage so the mechanics could repare it today.So while my boss and the funeral director were waiting for the fd's son to come and get him,my boss discovered that the fd had a dead body in the back of his vehicle.This was a woman who had died yesterday afternoon of natural causes,and he was on his way to take her to his funeral home to get her ready for her funeral.Obviously my boss was a bit grossed out by this.When the fd's son arrived,they asked my boss to help move the body,seeing as she was dead weight now (so to speak) and was extra heavy.He kindly refused (as I would have done too).She was only wrapped in a duvet and tied with ropes (God knows why).

After this 'ordeal',my boss told me he started asking the fd some questions about his job.The fd told him he was having so much trouble with a certain customer.This woman's son committed suicide in January 2008,by shooting himself in the head.She is now refusing to pay him his money,because she feels that he didn't do a good enough job repairing her sons' eyes.She feels it's not the same colour as before.Well,OBVIOUSLY!He shot himself in the head!

This gross little story got me thinking that out of all the gross,horrific jobs in the world,working with dead people (or animals for that matter) would be my idea of the worst job ever.The idea of having to put human parts together again,going to accident sites and recovering the different body pieces,all these things make me want to puke up my lunch.

I have major respect for funeral directors,coroners,doctors,vets,etc.They all do a job that most of us are just not cut out for,either emotionally,physically or both.

It's a terrible Tuesday,a.k.a. worthless post

Everything at work is irritating me these days,and I hate it!It's not like I don't enjoy my job,I do,and I LOVE my bosses,they're really great.But this superbitch I work with,is really getting to me,again.

But I'll spare you another rant about her.Something else is weirding me out and causing me irritation during daytime.I have a phone stalker.Or at least I think I do.Some asshole is calling me at night,sometimes at ungodly hours like 2am or 4am,with a private number,waking me up every time.And once I'm awake its virtually impossible for me to get to sleep again within about an hour.So my sleep is completely wrecked.I've put my cellphone (which I use as alarm in the morning as well) on silent,but I don't really want to do that,because what if my mom or someone I love has some sort of emergency,and I don't pick up because of this asshole?

Also,I'm still getting ready for our big end-of-year stocktake this weekend,and the idea of working on Friday night,and on Saturday,when Sunday is my birthday,is really getting to me.I don't understand why though,but it is.I just want to get it over with and let it be the 27th so that I can go away with JC for the weekend.That is,honest to God,the only thought that is keeping me sane right now.Because my overactively insane brain is thinking up a lot of crap and making me even more irritated.

I am weird.I wish I could just stop thinking some times,because its going to get me in a lot of unneeded crap someday.

No make up on

I swear to you,every time my mom sees me without mascara on,she asks if I'm feeling okay,and if I'm not ill.That should give you some idea of how pale and horrible I look without make up (more specifically,mascara) on.

However,when I heard it was going to be so kick-ass hot today,I decided to do something I never do ~ go to work without make up on.Don't know what everyone is thinking today,but I'm pretty sure those funny looks I'm getting isn't because they think I'm special.I think they are afraid I might have some kind of incurable disease or something.I look that bad.

PS.I always,for some unknown reason,have dark circles under my eyes,especially if I'm tired.Last night,the wind kept me awake for large parts of the night.So just imagine the dark circles today.Yup,just imagine it.

Bored in the office

The only little thing keeping me from dying of heatstroke.
Lots of lovely messy paperwork,that I'm not in the mood to do.
The cute book I'm reading at work while supposedly working.
One of my favorite blogs.

Sex,or the lack thereof

Listen,I know this might be a little TMI,but I have been feeling lately that my love and I aren't having enough sex.When we weren't living together,we only saw eachother weekends,and we would have sex at least 2 to 3 times during the course of the weekend.But now that we are living together,I'm lucky if we are having sex once a week.Its not that the sex is getting worse or anything.My boy is REALLY good in bed,and knows exactly how to please me,but that's just it...it's so good,I always want more!However,I have always been a strong supporter of quality over quantity.Still,I get worried something might be wrong between us,but then I think about it,and I realise our relationship has never been better.I think mostly its because we are tired from work during the week,especially JC,who has a very physical job,and so by the time we get to bed,we're both so tired,we hardly feel in the mood for being physical.

What do you guys think is 'enough' sex?

Damn Tuesday

I know the feeling.

Debbie Downer?No,more like Penny Pathetic

This is getting to be a real trend now.Me being depressed every Friday.Weekends are supposed to be fun!Not for me,I'm just feeling like there's this huge black cloud above my head,and no matter how much I try to stay positive,the week just works at my positivity like an axe,and by Friday I'm in such a state that my whole weekend is ruined.

I got my salary today,and was pleasantly surprised to see that I got a little bit of a raise.Now,in today's economic situation,that is a miracle in itself,but you know what?My raise is supposed to be R250.00,which isn't much,but is still a LOT better than nothing.But my happiness was short lived,when at the very end of my payslip,I saw the amount I would get out after my medical aid and everything was subtracted.My actual raise is only R30!Geez,I can't even buy 2 bottles of Coke with that!

After already feeling like a shithouse rat,this was just too much,and I burst out in tears...in my office...at 9 in the morning.I think my co-workers now think I'm crazy.

Well,their not wrong,I guess.

Stupid people

Hahahahaha.

The building I work in has a showroom in front where the new vehicles for sale are displayed,with floor to ceiling windows facing the main street of our town.

I specifically say floor to ceiling windows,because they are clearly windows,and even though they are cleaned thoroughly twice a week,they are not completely invisible,and there are alluminium panels spaced about 1 metre from each other all over the glass 'wall'.

So it amazes me how so many people can come in through the front door,do their thing inside,and then take a different route (to another part of the windows in front),and proceed to walk face first into one of these windows.

Just now,a man did this exact thing.The imprint of his face is clearly imprinted on the window now,so I'm assuming it must have hurt like a mofo.But to me he should be more afraid of his own stupidity than any damage he might have caused to his face.

Cos a broken nose you can fix,but stupid is forever.

I love a man who works with his hands,but our mechanics suck

Yesterday afternoon,my boss comes into my office,and asks me "Do you think you could stay for a little bit after work tomorrow?" So I say "Sure,no problem."When I actually want to start already apologizing for whatever it is he's going to yell at me for doing wrong.

My boss is a very soft spoken,gentle man,and he hates conflict,so I couldn't really understand why he would want to have a special meeting with me,alone.So this morning,I asked my other boss (who happens to be a second cousin of mine,his father is the big boss,and the big boss was my fathers' favorite cousin - sort of the reason I got this job) why I had to stay behind,and he said that everyone has to stay behind,and his father was just going to talk about the work and rules and other boring crap in general,but he was mainly going to focus on the mechanics (I work in a car dealership (and workshop).

Those lazy SOB mechanics are a real waste of air.They even irritate me,and I sit in my own little office,so I hardly ever see them.But my boss has a lot of trouble with them just leaving work whenever they want,breaking tools or spares in the workshop,drinking all the coffee,tea or cooldrink in the staff kitchen,etc.The list goes on.They just do what they want,and get paid huge salaries,and they aren't even scared of being fired,because they know my boss is a softie,and wouldn't do that.

This one mechanic,who is like 20+ years older than me,has started this habit of coming to drink his coffee on the stairs outside my office,every day.There he will sit and smoke and make small talk,for whatever reason.I wouldn't be bothered by this,but he is a little pervy,and always looks at you like he's undressing you with his eyes.When I'm out at a bar,drunk and the guy doing the mental undressing is hot,that would be cool.This however,is not.And now,my big boss' other son (he's the sales manager),is starting to get really pissed off with this mechanic smoking up the place.And since he's doing it right by my office,it looks like I'm encouraging him.Which I'm certainly not!I don't like getting in trouble for other people's crap.

So tonight,the whole staff is coming together for a 'beginning of the year' meeting.Yay,I just absolutely adore meetings.NOT.But hopefully some problems will get sorted out,these cocky asshole mechanics will be put in their place,and I will not even be looked at,because seriously,I'm an angel at work.

Well,except for the insane amount of time I spend on the internet every day.

But shhh,no one need know that ;-)

Sticky Floors

As I previously mentioned,my sister was kind enough to spill her entire glass of Hunter's Extreme Cider on my kitchen/living room floor on Saturday afternoon.After repeated (failed) attempts at getting the stickiness off the floor,I am ready to accept that someone was murdered in or near my apartment,and they are manifesting themselves as stickiness on the apartment floor.
Because seriously,that shit won't come off!Everywhere I walk,my feet stick to the tiles,and that obviously also means any and all pieces of dirt (like dust or little pieces of fluff) stick to the floor like Britney Spears' weave to her head.It doesn't look good,and won't come off.

But our cleaning lady at work has kindly given me some of her cleaning solution to try out tonight.So hopefully that will clear me of this insanity.

PS: have I ever mentioned how much I HATE cleaning?!

I hate answering telephones

Ok,seriously.I must genetically be a man or something,because aren't ALL women supposed to love telephones?Talking on them,texting with them,etc.?

Well,I don't.Even if my bestest of best friend calls me,I always turn into this awkward conversationist,either totally silent with nothing to say,or babbling like a madwoman,in order for there to be no strange pauses in the conversation.I hate awkward pauses.

While I hate talking on the phone,I've accepted the fact that part of my job is sometimes answering the phone,when our receptionist is busy on her line.I do it with pleasure,because I don't actually have to talk much,just put the people through to whomever they need to talk to,or otherwise take messages.

However,recently,our receptionist has taken to letting all calls come through to me,because she is 'too busy' to answer the phone and type up memos.Geez,like it takes a rocket scientist to do that.I mean,we live in a really small town,so everything is done at a slower pace,there really isn't a reason why she would need someone to help her answer the freaking phone.

But what bugs me the most of me having to do basically half her job,half of the time we are at work,is the fact that she just expects me to do it.She never asks me if I'm okay with doing it,or thanks me for helping out.That really busts my nuts.So to speak.

I just want to walk over to her and say "Listen,I know you're as dumb as dirt,but do you think you can please answer the bloody phone,because you've been doing this job for like 16 years,so one would think you've figured out how to multi-task.And if you haven't,please take yourself home,go lie in bed and count your fingers,because that is clearly the most challenging job you are qualified to do."

But since I try to be a nice person,I'll just have to vent here,and leave her in peace.But one can dream.