The coleslaw got served.|
2009-10-21 12:27 p.m.
All deli salads are good for five days. When you open a new salad, you put a sticker on it, dated five days from today. Yesterday at work, I was amusing myself by figuring out which salads would be there longer than I would. "Ooh, that one's dated Sunday! Ha ha, Coleslaw. Sucks to be you!"
Actually, coleslaw sells really well. That particular bowl of coleslaw probably sold last night after I left. So I guess the coleslaw got the last laugh on that one after all. Except that I won't be DIGESTED after I leave the store for the last time. Oh snap, Coleslaw. You got served.
(Ha! Served. The coleslaw got served. Ba dum bum ching. OK, I'll stop now.)
I'm really nervous about the new job. My wardrobe is definitely more towards the "casual" end of "business casual." And what if I absolutely hate sitting and talking on a phone for eight hours? Also, my temp pimp seems to send an awful lot of people here. This can't possibly be a good job, or they wouldn't be offering it to me.
I had a telemarketing job right out of college. I already know I can do this. Towards the end, it was even a computerized system, so I don't have to worry about that.
More importantly, I've wanted to make the big leap to white collar basically forever. If I can even do this for a year, it will be a lot easier to get a different office job. And I can. I've had terrible jobs before. There is no job that I can't do for a year. Unless of course I get fired after the 3-month probationary period ends. Maybe that's why they need so many temps.
If that happens, it will only be because they fire most people. Which means my pimp will understand, and she'll finds me something else.
That's what I keep telling myself. I really think I'll stop stressing so much after the first week.