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I'm thankful that the two owners of this company think I'm a whiz. I just wish that they realized I don't have a magic wand (Hermione Granger I am not) and cannot do everything to make this company run. I am 100% positive that if I left without notice this place would fall apart. All those little (and big) things that get done? I do those. We wouldn't even have a business license if it weren't for me.
John started the company over 24 years ago. He's interesting and exists in a state of semi-retirement. He comes into the office to get away from his new wife. She's a bitch first class. In the afternoons he is drunk and says the most embarrassing things, but after over three years of working with him you just get used to it. He's intimdating to most people. Not to me. I have his personal bank account username and password. I call him Big D (big daddy). He refuses to allow me to call him "sir". He insists that I call him John. Did I mention that he's so incredibly socially awkward, but he doesn't realize it?
Elenore is John's ex-wife. She owns half the company. They get along for the most part. Occassionally she will yell at him and tell him to go fuck himself, but that's only a few times a year, usually around holidays. Elenore thinks I'm her adopted daughter and she's convinced I'm going to be President someday. My ambition for that job? Zero. But she's cute when she sings my praises, so I let her. I'm fairly close with her because she's an easy person to be close with. Her fault? Overly judgemental when it comes to lifestyle and religious choices. She's very...normal. I'm very...not. She doesn't understand that I can be a great person without following her lifestyle example, so she just pretends that I go to church every Sunday and voted for George Bush (instead of Badnarik, who I did vote for).
Elenore and John have a daughter named Kim. When AP Girl had her crazy fit and left they moved me up to AP and hired Kim to work part time in my position. Kim is a college student and she fits all the stereotypes of high school-cheerleader-goes-to-college-to-party-and-maybe-major-in-accounting-even-though-Calculus-really-does-suck-and-is-oh-my-god-soooo-hard. You couldn't find someone more different than me if you tried. But, all in all, she's not too bad. She's just very slow and is not accustomed to doing anything on her own without asking someone for guidance. She only works 18 hours a week. This puts a strain on me because I have to take up the slack. That's where the magic wand comment came from.
Anyway, I spoke to Elenore about a duty of mine that I no longer have time for. It was one that I brought with me when I changed positions because it is a sensitive task that could cost us thousands of dollars if done incorrectly. The new law that has been enacted has made this task much more time consuming, but no more difficult. If I pressed myself, then I could probably continue doing it, but I don't want to stress myself out more than I already am. Elenore wants me to teach Kim how to do this task. I suspect that this is going to take the rest of the week even though I grasped the concept in less than fifteen minutes when I was taught how to do it. I'm just relieved that I don't have to worry about it anymore. If it is screwed up from here on out, it is no longer my fault. I know - shitty attitude there, Amanda. I'm tired. I want to go home. Deal. I'm such a rebel I'm not even going to proof this entry.
EDIT: But not so much of a rebel that I didn't come back a few hours later and correct the typos. Yeah - living dangerously.
John started the company over 24 years ago. He's interesting and exists in a state of semi-retirement. He comes into the office to get away from his new wife. She's a bitch first class. In the afternoons he is drunk and says the most embarrassing things, but after over three years of working with him you just get used to it. He's intimdating to most people. Not to me. I have his personal bank account username and password. I call him Big D (big daddy). He refuses to allow me to call him "sir". He insists that I call him John. Did I mention that he's so incredibly socially awkward, but he doesn't realize it?
Elenore is John's ex-wife. She owns half the company. They get along for the most part. Occassionally she will yell at him and tell him to go fuck himself, but that's only a few times a year, usually around holidays. Elenore thinks I'm her adopted daughter and she's convinced I'm going to be President someday. My ambition for that job? Zero. But she's cute when she sings my praises, so I let her. I'm fairly close with her because she's an easy person to be close with. Her fault? Overly judgemental when it comes to lifestyle and religious choices. She's very...normal. I'm very...not. She doesn't understand that I can be a great person without following her lifestyle example, so she just pretends that I go to church every Sunday and voted for George Bush (instead of Badnarik, who I did vote for).
Elenore and John have a daughter named Kim. When AP Girl had her crazy fit and left they moved me up to AP and hired Kim to work part time in my position. Kim is a college student and she fits all the stereotypes of high school-cheerleader-goes-to-college-to-party-and-maybe-major-in-accounting-even-though-Calculus-really-does-suck-and-is-oh-my-god-soooo-hard. You couldn't find someone more different than me if you tried. But, all in all, she's not too bad. She's just very slow and is not accustomed to doing anything on her own without asking someone for guidance. She only works 18 hours a week. This puts a strain on me because I have to take up the slack. That's where the magic wand comment came from.
Anyway, I spoke to Elenore about a duty of mine that I no longer have time for. It was one that I brought with me when I changed positions because it is a sensitive task that could cost us thousands of dollars if done incorrectly. The new law that has been enacted has made this task much more time consuming, but no more difficult. If I pressed myself, then I could probably continue doing it, but I don't want to stress myself out more than I already am. Elenore wants me to teach Kim how to do this task. I suspect that this is going to take the rest of the week even though I grasped the concept in less than fifteen minutes when I was taught how to do it. I'm just relieved that I don't have to worry about it anymore. If it is screwed up from here on out, it is no longer my fault. I know - shitty attitude there, Amanda. I'm tired. I want to go home. Deal. I'm such a rebel I'm not even going to proof this entry.
EDIT: But not so much of a rebel that I didn't come back a few hours later and correct the typos. Yeah - living dangerously.
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I hope the training goes smoothly. Teach the debutante the dirty work. ;)
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Everytime I try to teach the debutante something I get the blank look and she says something along the lines of, "All of it? I have to do ALL of it?" Yeah, ALL of it. Have fun.
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How is doggy parenthood going?
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