In all seriousness though, it has been hell for me. The job description itself is fine. I am the receptionist in a nice tax office. I get to dress up everyday, it allows me time to blog and my coworkers are pretty cool. So the job itself is not bad, the problem is whats happening while I am working.
It's ninty-something degrees in there. Everyone is sweating, the office smells like butt and to top it all off I keep getting chased by bees! Allow me to elaborate.
Why is it so hot in a tax office? Basically, some moron climbed onto our roof and stole the copper out of our AC; We're stuck using little table fans to cool off the entire office. It's a fucking sauna in there. Even though its still winter, this is Florida, its in the upper 80's and the office is in the 90's.
People are so miserable and they're constantly telling me about their sweaty bits. Yesterday I got to hear about two different people's sweaty armpits and another's sweaty thighs. Not the visuals I needed actually.
I try to always look and dress nice, especially when I'm at work.
#selfie #werkk
Unfortunately It's not possible to look like that when your office is located deep in the pits of hell.
Luckily for me I have honest coworkers, who tell it like it is. & I quote:
"Ooh Shelly, you don't look too good, you look like a wet dish rag."
What am I supposed to do with that?! I look like a wet dish rag? Let me think, I've never seen a wet dish rag that I thought looked beautiful, so that leads me to believe I look like shit. Which is great for my confidence! Haha! And since I already feel like shit, I might as well look like shit.
Next is the smell *Shivers* It smells like a gym locker room in there. I've tried using deodorizing sprays but all that does is make it smell like flowers & butt. It's really not fooling anyone and I can only hope they don't think the bad smell is coming from me.
To make matters worse, I keep getting chased by bees. Why? Because we have to leave the door open in order to get a breeze in there & I'm doused in perfume.
I don't care where I am or who I am with, if a bee comes near me I will scream and I will run around like a crazy bitch. That's how I roll. I'm sure its hilarious to others, but I'm not the one who's going to get stung.
TL;DR?
My days at work consist of:
Thank you for taking the time to read my rant! I love you for it.
Peace & Love
Shelly xo
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