The Catherinette Chronicles

Here I am, off in the lovely English countryside.  Though the weather has been a little wet (shocker for England, I know), we’re enjoying the trip.  It’s easy to forget that my cubicle is back home waiting for me, and at this very second, someone is probably setting up an appointment for some stupid ass meeting.  The thought of having to go back and sit in endless, pointless meeting makes me want to run to the nearest loo, shatter the mirror, and cut my wrists with the shards of glass.

I get screwed over (hard) all the freaking time-and not in a good way. Seriously, someone should have told me to buy my own lube when I started my career in Corporate America. When the business says, “Bend over,” we say, “how far”-that should be our motto.

Working at Investments r Us must be like being a hooker with cheap clients. We don’t even get cab fare home. Not even a cigarette. We just get up, get dressed, and limp home.

Common phrases I hear in meeting from our business “partners”:

Stop crying.
Stop struggling, this is going to happen.
Stop fightng me, it only makes me want this more.

God I “love” my job.  Maybe I’ll throw my passport in the nearest river, and become a bar maid in the local pub.  At least I’d be able to choose who I grab my ankles for.

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