and here my troubles began:
stupid coworker bought 'breakfast' with company money for everyone but me.
'breakfast' = smoked fried pig muscle... my desk now reeks of bacon.
stupid biostatistician can't open a spreadsheet without corrupting it... so I have to send him a hard copy and our computers are vintage 1986.
stupid corporate doesn't think we need admin staff, so I get to be receptionist, recruiting, and regulatory.
lovable, overworked, type A mom is taking advantage of me...
no benefits, no holidays, temp status, doing 3 jobs for $10 an hour cuz I love my mom.
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