Saturday, November 20, 2010
Dear Taylor's Job,
I seriously can't handle my job anymore. It is going to be the death of me -physically and mentally. Within two weeks I cut one finger on a meat slicer, cut another finger on the edge of the foil box, splashed boiling oil on my chin, and scrapped a few layers off another finger. Honestly, my body can't handle anymore accidents. Next time half of my finger will probably be gone. Plus it doesn't help that my new manager likes to play favorites and I'm not one of them. I think it is time for me to find a new job. Preferably one that doesn't include customer service, or dealing with stupid people or smelling like rotten chicken or oil. Please save me from the deli.
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Please don't fall apart, dear. Just think of all the people who are in need of jobs! I watched this new report about people - grown adults with kids and lives of their own - that have to dig through trash to sell cans to recycling to get money. Sad, huh? Good thing we have jobs! ..even if we don't love them. And be careful!
.. This sounds way too familiar! Glad to hear you got a new job though (or two as the case may be!) Hope all is going well for you down in Provo!
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