6/23/00 - 2:15 pm
Well, right now I'm sitting and staring at the computer screen.
There's a strange satisfaction about getting paid to do something totally useless and self-satisfying. I think it's quite likely that the success of the internet can be attributed to lack of job satisfaction. The entire working world seems to be made up of people making use of their companies' high-speed connections.
Anyway, that explains my presence here. When you're a receptionist at a company that's going out of business you have a particularly strange job. How many ways can you tell some one that you're not interested in their toner, website, phone rates, etc? I mean, I already know that the staples and mousepads are going to be my severance package, why buy more?
I've taken to just blathering at them until they hang up.
