EDIT// Haha! Who bitchslapped who— I fucking aced the assessment.
One. I feel like stabbing my head with a spoon. One week of learning and working with Sabre and I’m about thisclose to giving up and endorsing myself to our HR department for a position in maintenance. It’s all codes and commands and again: I REFUSE! to be had by a string of letters and crosses of Lorraines and filters and dashes and slashes and ARGH!!! It all follows a certain logic and I’ve got that nailed. It’s the fact that I. Don’t. Get. The Process. that’s killing me. And command pricing (forcing prices on flights) has me down on my knees.
I’m scared (not skurrred) for tonight’s first assessment.
Two. The other morning, D sent me the most romantic message in the eleven months we’ve known each other: You suck, dude.
A heart tug, a heart pop!, and after four months, I finally get it. I don’t recycle men.
Okay, I’m off to get bitchslapped by Sabre, I’d rather deal with free insurance quotes. :(