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Writer's Block: The Worst Job
Jun. 9th, 2010 10:58 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Residence Don at Queen's University. Endless and utterly useless meetings, makework administrivia extravaganzas, a psycho coworker I had to formally divorce halfway through the year, and resident students whose self-absorption, sense of entitlement, and sheer whinyness to this day remains almost unequaled in my experience. Keep in mind, I worked with federal inmates and mothered two toddlers since then. Oh, and having my job description suddenly include discipline matters, security duties, and picket-line crossing, which you better believe was not what I had signed up for.
Also some really cool coworkers and residents who I still remember fondly, but overall, I would rather scrub septic tanks for a living than go back to that job.
What would come out of my mouth? Nothing printable, I assure you.
Residence Don at Queen's University. Endless and utterly useless meetings, makework administrivia extravaganzas, a psycho coworker I had to formally divorce halfway through the year, and resident students whose self-absorption, sense of entitlement, and sheer whinyness to this day remains almost unequaled in my experience. Keep in mind, I worked with federal inmates and mothered two toddlers since then. Oh, and having my job description suddenly include discipline matters, security duties, and picket-line crossing, which you better believe was not what I had signed up for.
Also some really cool coworkers and residents who I still remember fondly, but overall, I would rather scrub septic tanks for a living than go back to that job.
What would come out of my mouth? Nothing printable, I assure you.
