I didn’t ask, you

I didn’t ask, you shouldn’t have told me

There is a review of Mass Murder in the new Stranger. I only know this because it says, in the Stranger online event calendar, that there’s a review this issue. However, the review itself doesn’t appear to be in the online version. This means I have to find an actual paper copy. I haven’t read a paper paper in months.

In other news, I spent the morning digging through musty and moldy old files dating back to 1994, getting myself covered in narstiness and breaking out in hives. Then, I wrote down the names of every single file (literally, hundreds), and made them into typed, annotated lists. I attached the lists to the boxes - did I mention I made the boxes myself? Then, I carried all six boxes full of files (about fifty pounds each) back to the warehouse, where I carried them up this rickety sliding ladder thingy and put them on 8’ and 10’ shelves. Then, I took all the files I had carefully removed from the mass filing (they were on a list) and re-sorted and filed THEM all. Then, I called my temp agency, and told them about nearly blacking out while carring a 60-or-so-pound box up a rolling ladder while in a long skirt, and she says that it’s against Adams policy to have to lift more than 25 pounds in an administrative job. This, in and of itself, would have been enough to make me annoyed.

BUT, there is MORE.
The job is in West Seattle, sort of. Where, you ask? Klickitat Way, possibly the stupidest road name known to man. In order to get here by 8:00 this morning, I had to catch a bus at either 6:41 or 6:51 this morning, since the buses that come anywhere near here only run once or twice, way damn early in the morning. I missed the 6:41 bus (which would have connected to a bus which would have gotten me here at 7:15, and I would have had to sit around outside the building for 45 minutes until it was time for me to go to work.) As it was, I caught the 6:51 bus, which took me to another bus, which dropped me off twelve blocks away at 7:31. It is unbelievably annoying to me that I have to get up at 5:freaking:30 in the morning in order to be to this job by 8. By the time you count in the travel time, this becomes a 12-hour day, which evens out to just over SEVEN dollars an HOUR. Not worth it. So, I called the agency and said, basically, “I’m sorry, but I’m too damn tired to handle this crap, especially when I get here and all I do is carry heavy stuff up ladders and cover myself in the leftover dust from when you moved two months ago.” Anyway, I’m annoyed. I get off work in an hour and a half, by which point I will have been awake for eleven hours (or so), and then I’ll STILL have a forty minute wait until I can catch a bus which will take me to a bus which will not get me home until six thirty. Cripes.

POP! needs to call me NOW and tell me that I have that executive assistant job. I taught myself Outlook, I’m capable, I’m friendly, and I’m hardworking - except when I’m temping and feel that I’m being taken advantage of. Not cool.