The System

Yes, one would think that Pam BowlingBall would be ashamed of her rotten attitude, always whining and complaining about how unfair it was that I had a job, my Selectric typewriter was red and not just a boring black or grey, etc. etc. etc.. I fail to see any reason for me to apologize for my existence or for having that job at that time. It is not like I was not qualified for the job. My typing skills are adequate thanks to Mr. Peters' typing class in high school. I can read and write and spell quite well. I was able to competently shuffle and stay up to date with the avalanche of paperwork that Carol Long dumped into my inbox on a continual basies. Carol Long was such a horrible nightmare of a boss and yet I stood my ground for almost two long, boring, tedious years until I finally came up with some excuse to get out of that miserable job working for the whiny distribution guys who only have jobs because they need an excuse to continue their missionary appointment, not because they actually know what they are doing in that position. Those distribution guys are so full of their own self-importance when actually the mission board was doing them a favor by giving them something to do. One would think that the wicked Mintles and wicked Hultgrens would have thanked me for putting up with their nonsense as long as I did. It just goes to show that these people have a completely disproportionate sense of reality, as if they mattered. Life will go on without them collecting paychecks at Editorial Vida, obviously.