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Apr. 11th, 2007 | 09:38 am
Mise-en-Scène: bitchy

For those who don't know, I am the brand-spaking new receptionist whore of Lexus of Ann Arbor. As Mike put it,"If you're going to be a whore, it might as well be for the best."

Kind of. I expected to be treated like shit, since richies love treating people like shit, especially the lowly eye candy at the front desk. I can deal with that. The owner is an almighty basterd, and one of the sales women is a serious Hosebeast to me. I can still put on a happy face and take their shit with an empty smile, curbing my irrational temper and my acerbic tongue.

I'm not allowed to be on the computer, so of course, telling me what I'm not allowed to do sparks a maelstrom of emotions within my tiny self. The good, obedient Asian half of me lives in fear of disobeying orders and being fired, or worse, chastised. The evil, brash side of me wants to play on the internet all day and just deftly hide the Explorer windows when the managers walk by. You know, jsut to spite them. because I can, and because they told me I CAN'T.

In my sneaky adventures online, I created a cybertwin and signed it into my MSN mesenger in my stead. Bless all of you who got caught up in its awesomeness *evil laugh*

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