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On Thursday, I went online looking for another job because I hate Alberto's with a passion. Not that its a bad place to work or my boss is a jerk. They are nice. It is just a bad place to work for me. They have so many take out and delivery orders. You have to answer the phone and pack them all up. While this is happening you are ignoring your customers. I hate the phone. I answer the phone all day and it takes everything in me to have good phone manners after a life of horrible phone etiquette. So by the end of the night I actually walk past the phone when it rings and pretend it's not there. This makes me look like crap because they know I don't care and that my tips are more important to me. (Add that to the drunken staggering and smoking part and it's really a miracle that I'm working anywhere...)

So I called this lady about delivering the Star Phoenix. She called me back at work even though I left a message saying to call me at home. She must have used her call display to get my work number. I answered and I knew it was her. She asked for me and I said, "No, she went home for the day." I was actually so embarrassed that I didn't want anyone to know about it. This embarrassment was intensified when my sister made fun of me. (Rightfully so.)

So on Friday they came (late) and dropped off some information for me so I could start Saturday morning. Saturday I headed out and it took me to one minute before 7am to finish. 7am is my deadline. I couldn't see any house numbers and it was dark and I had no clue where I was going. So Sunday I thought, "I will prepare myself and walked the route and planned out where I would go and it will end up taking me 32 minutes. Not bad. (Unless you know that the 8 year old that used to do it finished in under 20 minutes...)

This morning I woke up at 5:45, got dressed and walked outside to grab my papers and count 'em up. There were no papers. I called the phone number I'm supposed to call, "My papers weren't delivered to me and I need someone to call me back please." At 6:10 I started to panic because I needed to be home before 7 to get ready for work. So I called again. This time not so nice. "This is Angela again. I still have no papers and no one has called me back. I need my papers by 6:15 or it's not getting done because I can't be late for work. I need someone to call me back NOW. Like 5 minutes ago NOW!" As I stated above, I have horrible phone skills and I can sound like a giant snot on the phone even when I don't mean to. (That's a huge understatement.) This was as snotty as I could get. I then called my dad to see if he got his paper yet. He said no and looked at Saturday's paper and it said "No paper on Monday". I never thought of the holiday. Then I remembered the nasty message. I called back "Hi, this is Angela and apparently there is no paper today. Just ignore my messages and can you please send me a schedule of when the holidays are?"

I was up at 5:45 with all my clothes and hat and mitts sitting there sweating hot for about 25 minutes stressed out for nothing. (I usually like to stress about important things like whether my left eye is droopier than my right eye.) And I also managed to make myself look like a dumb ass in the process. (Not that unusual.)

This is my solution to the whole working at night part time thing. I hate it and I changed it. Now I can go home and go to the gym and make supper and do all the things I like to do and I don't have to kiss some one's ass for 2 dollars. I don't have to talk to anyone and I get to walk up close to all the houses on Spadina that I've always wanted to walk up close to. It's a nice little route and it will get me outside in the winter. I just kinda feel like a dork about it. Now the story has been scooped and everyone knows about my new little job. I'm sure it will get old and it will be yesterday's news soon. Then I will just get a different part time job. (Cause quitters never prosper... No wait... If at first you don't succeed then quit.)

“There is always room for those who can be relied upon to deliver the goods when they say they will.”
Napoleon Hill


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