Ok, so since I'm leaving this job they have me training the new receptionist. I was all thinking "woo hot damn.. maybe it'll be some hot chick" but no, it's some really dense old lady. She pisses me off. So anyway, I trained her everything I know in basically a couple hours. Now I come in and sit, doing absolutely nothing except answering any questions she may have about what to do or where to send calls. That's fine. Money for nothing. I guess in a sense though, they're more paying me to put up with this dumb ho than anything else. I can't believe how anal this lady is!!! She sat and complained about how the chair was improper for the posture of her back and then went on to later talk about how she met someone upstairs that said she could borrow one. She complains about the switchboard not being properly aligned and within the proper reach. She complains about me listening to 94.9, so to be nice I let her pick a station. I can't fucking stand anymore Rod Stewart or Journey. Fuck KOIT. I hate them. Soft Rock tickles my balls. And yesterday it was "Oh these snacks are so salty! That's why I'm drinking so much of this water, this water is so good. See, double meaning in the words there, because this water TASTES good, and it's GOOD FOR people!" Very clever, snatch. Other highlights include, "Could you please blow your nose? Here I have some tissue in my purse, you're sniffing a lot". Yea, I got a fucking cold. "Are they paying you to sit here and play?" Well, in between the incredibly large amount of calls I get (2-5 per hour) yes. Basically that's what I do. "So what are you doing?" I'm working on my webpage. Leave me alone. "Oh this is difficult to fit my legs under the table here" .. whatever. I just pretended her mouth never opened on that one. "What are you writing? Do you mind that I'm reading?" Well I'm writing aboot how I'm pissed at my girlfriend, not that it's any of your fucking business. Also, You never ask someone if they mind you reading over their shoulder. That's a trick question. YES. Everyone minds when you read over their shoulder. It's fucking RUDE and I can't think of a single person that DOESN'T mind. You're just asking to see if I'll say "Yes I mind knock it off," So you have an excuse to call me a dickhead. "Is it about me?" Hahahahah!! no but this is. Dumb bitch.