Contribution

sometimes the day has a way...

(09/25/2003; 10:23pm) - sometimes the day has a way...

So, I love but hate my job.
There's not much use in bitching about it, everyone hates their respective jobs.
There aren't enough Adoption Counselors so by the time we see each adoption client they are damn bitchy and of course we are to blame so they make it really hard to ask tricky questions. (Like do you live in public housing or is anyone in the household producing enough income to support a pet?)
Plus, it's an insane and inane buracracy. So, even if i see a problem I'm not allowed to do anything about it with out finding my manager, who is 24 and wants to be a cop, and asking his permission. GREAT PLAN.
So, lately I've been thinking about doing some other things. Taking more classes, preping for the GRE, applying to grad school. (Basically, I'm a looser and I know I don't like working for other people, especially not for those who are more stupid than I can ever imagine being.)

Today, (why do i start every sentance with So?) I walk in and the head of the shelter whom I like a lot pulls me aside (in front of a bunch of people) and tells me that I have to go it to the administrative center on Tuesday, my day off at 8am for TLC training. -GREAT!- I then let him know that Tuesday is my day off and he says, well, you should really come for this, only a few people in each shelter are being trained, in the Manhattan Shelter it's Cindy (the rescue coodinator who's job I'm applying for), Me (as in Alex the shelter manager) and you (Micaela, the most recently hired member of the staff). i.e. the only people in the shelter they probably think are worth training in customer service and the new way the shelters are supposed to be run. (I'll just pretend and let myself think that's the case.) heh.

i think someone was reading my mind. Or one of the volunteers let the head people know that i wanted to kill everyone and set all the animals free. either way, maybe I might not be so frustrated very soon...

(or maybe i'm just dreaming. in which case who stole my pipe and my opium?)