I’m a hard, hard worker every day….
Working at my job has made me a lot more comfortable. With my own body (there’s little to no privacy for changing from set up shirts to crew shirts) and with talking to members of the opposite sex. The guys I work are hilariously awesome guys. 97% of them are redneck republicans, but God help me, they are pretty.
I complain about having to go to work, but I love this job. It’s hard work, they make fun of me for having to pee 2 hours into a traveling trip, it’s always in hot weather, and my hands are forever ruined because of the cleaning products for the cars. But I love every minute.
Also, I will never say the name of my job because the last time I did that, I got in trouble. All because I was incredulous that the guy who is the name and face of the company came into the call center.
