Who likes to have clay rubbed in their hair? Who enjoys having expensive supplies stolen from them? How about, being constantly smarted off to or no attention paid to you at all? Not to mention the inability to keep your clothes clean and your hands washed. It doesn’t matter if you wear and apron or not. It doesn’t matter how many times you wash your hands. They will always be covered with clay, paint, or glue. These are all just part of my day.
Normally, I love my job. Normally, have nothing bad to say about it at all. Today, however, is not that day. I am frazzled, over worked, stressed and don’t want to do anything but go home and veg.
1 comments:
Wait 'til you've had 30 years worth of "those" days...you'll want to go home and veg - and never go back again!!!! :>)
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