...well, that doesn't matter. but it has been a terrible week.
First, Faustine is at the short end of her rope. She's had a constant headache about these effin' school programs. She's just giving up. And I don't blame her. It's a terrible job. Cheryl exepected her to work a mere 20 hours a week. She's working about thirty and she's not getting it all done. I can relate to her battles. I remember September and early October. I would come home and cry about my job. At least now I just don't give a fuck. So, truly I don't care what happens. I mean, I'm not going to jeopardize anyone else here or have anyone yell at me. But if something goes wrong, I barely blink. I wish I could tell her the same, but I doubt it would do any good for her sake.
Second, someone else in the office is a bit annoying. She's always asking questions to things she should already know. Or should know I can't answer because it's not my job or I just don't know. Plus, technically I don't believe she's doing what she was hired to do. Sometimes she pulls her weight, sometimes she doesn't. And regardless of all the other stuff in life, I don't like people who don't do their jobs.
That said, I guess I don't like myself right now. That's the third thing bothering me. I'm not into my job and therefore haven't done a lot of it lately. And I know TJ has had a lot on her plate too. So, work sucks and always will. And I really can't wait til Norway. I mean, two more weeks, then England and Paris, then January, then I start training someone else to replace me. Then I'm gone. A blessing. A miracle. No more crappy Berlitz job. Just the idea makes the next couple of months bearable.
Ok, right, I have work to do. Like help Faustine so she doesn't melt.