For Your Self

The most miserable days in my Life

When I was standing outside in the rain putting money in the meter and the wind blowing so hard my umbrella flew away I knew it was time for me to leave New Era Employment Services. You may think that you have the worst job, but you wouldn't last a week at my job. I know you may think that being a receptionist may be a walk in the park, but not when you work for Mr. Faustino Garcia. He is the most inconsiderate, unpunctual, unorganized, and the biggest bastard I have ever met.

When I first started working at N.E.E.S a security guard training school, I thought it would be easy as explained to me by Mr. Garcia, until the classes started. The responsibilities I was told that I was in charge of the phone and the front desk. Up until the bastard came up to me wobbling like a penguin and ordered me to clean the bath room. When I entered the bath room it smelled as if 10 rotting mice had died, and toilet paper all over the floor as if some one t-peed it. When I went closer to the toilet to start cleaning it had a greenish brown stain as if it wasn't cleaned in centuries. The sink was so disgusting it had stains all over like as if only smokers were in the bathroom and used it as an ash tray. I couldn't believe that he was serious. Well he was a few seconds later he knocked and said he wanted it spotless.

There were times that he was so unorganized and couldn't finish his work that when I came into the office my desk looked as if it was attacked by post-its and each one had tedious task for me to do, like filing all of the envelopes by shape size and color. Once I had 4 piles of lessons that almost reached the ceiling that I had to put it together by the end of the day because the class was the next day. He didn't know how to do anything himself.

Mr. Garcia also used to never make

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