...AND WE ALL FALL DOWN.
overtime on a friday?!? it's unheard of & inhumane.
yet another new receptionist at work has been let go. she was really surprised and talked at me for an hour this afternoon, when i was still tryin to get shit done. the girl was dumb as nails there wasn't a hope in hell for her. what the hell did she expect, anyway? every week she would forget how everythin was done, we had to tell her things a hundred times, and - this is the best part - she didn't know the fuckin alphabet. she thought R came before O, U & V were after W and the M's & N's, well that was just a whole hodge podge of nonsense!
sometimes i think i'm in hell when i'm at work. michelle, well she's a lost cause. we had a huge spat cuz last week i missed ONE item on ONE cheque for her show. she said i was careless and i only care about my own shows. this is the stinkiest load of shit! i spent all of last thursday and friday doin her stuff. i wanted to tell her to go fuck herself but instead the conversation went like so:
michelle: didn't u check the edit before sending it to the client?
me: yeah.
michelle: then how could u miss that?
me: do u even remember last week? do u remember why i was doin ur cast? u couldn't finish ur crew in time so i had to do it.
michelle: so that doesn't mean u should be careless with it.
me: i wasn't. mistakes happen
michelle: well u shouldn't make mistakes.
me: well, then u check it urself this week.
michelle: fine. i will.
what happened? david kept tellin me to check it and send it off to the client but i dug my heels in and firmly refused. i waited till the very last minute and sure enough, she couldn't get through her teeny tiny crew even though david was helping her all week! grr...
me: adrian, r u busy right now?
adrian: well...i'm eatin a banana.
funny? ask me again in a week.
i could die. i want to die. no, michelle should die.
well i'm tucked in safe for a coupla days anyway. no more feelin like i'm being squished and the urge to sob and wail has subsided. it's really been too much work, too much crap and i'm exhausted from complaining. enough. fin.
so i've got me kitties, the movie channel or perhaps a season of buffy, some xmas projects to work on and a really cozy fire. if it's not soothing, comfy or relaxing then it can fuck off and die!
it's been a long long week.
yet another new receptionist at work has been let go. she was really surprised and talked at me for an hour this afternoon, when i was still tryin to get shit done. the girl was dumb as nails there wasn't a hope in hell for her. what the hell did she expect, anyway? every week she would forget how everythin was done, we had to tell her things a hundred times, and - this is the best part - she didn't know the fuckin alphabet. she thought R came before O, U & V were after W and the M's & N's, well that was just a whole hodge podge of nonsense!
sometimes i think i'm in hell when i'm at work. michelle, well she's a lost cause. we had a huge spat cuz last week i missed ONE item on ONE cheque for her show. she said i was careless and i only care about my own shows. this is the stinkiest load of shit! i spent all of last thursday and friday doin her stuff. i wanted to tell her to go fuck herself but instead the conversation went like so:
michelle: didn't u check the edit before sending it to the client?
me: yeah.
michelle: then how could u miss that?
me: do u even remember last week? do u remember why i was doin ur cast? u couldn't finish ur crew in time so i had to do it.
michelle: so that doesn't mean u should be careless with it.
me: i wasn't. mistakes happen
michelle: well u shouldn't make mistakes.
me: well, then u check it urself this week.
michelle: fine. i will.
what happened? david kept tellin me to check it and send it off to the client but i dug my heels in and firmly refused. i waited till the very last minute and sure enough, she couldn't get through her teeny tiny crew even though david was helping her all week! grr...
me: adrian, r u busy right now?
adrian: well...i'm eatin a banana.
funny? ask me again in a week.
i could die. i want to die. no, michelle should die.
well i'm tucked in safe for a coupla days anyway. no more feelin like i'm being squished and the urge to sob and wail has subsided. it's really been too much work, too much crap and i'm exhausted from complaining. enough. fin.
so i've got me kitties, the movie channel or perhaps a season of buffy, some xmas projects to work on and a really cozy fire. if it's not soothing, comfy or relaxing then it can fuck off and die!
it's been a long long week.
posted by tunabelly at 8:43 p.m.
4 Comments:
um, does this mean there's a Receptionist opening available at your work?
*pick me, pick me!*
-jaded
i'm workin on it. it's a constant fight to get someone i want into the company. just ask hanako. it was a long ordeal. but i'm workin on it. i think my sanity is counting on it.
shame on you for expecting him to print documents while eating a banana. obviously, the banana has some sort of symbolic or mystical importance that he cannot indulge while pausing to press a single button. let's try to be culturally sensitive here. >=P
honestly, i don't know what's funnier, the banana or the "split down the middle" post. your work involves the worst modern day fuckwads.
hang in there
=)
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