I don't care how old you are, you're an asshole.

I took this past Friday off because I am starting to hate my job and it makes me crazy. I knew that Monday morning could be hell, but it was a risk I had to take. I get to work today and things seem fine- no "OMMFG WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOO!!11" notes on my desk, no crazy emails, nothing that would make me want to gouge my eyes out. Sweet. Then I hear the elevator ding. Immediately, someone is saying "Hello? Hello??" *sigh* Give me 45 seconds to get my ass up and walk out to the front, would you? It's some guy that I don't know from Adam- not a consult and not here for us. He demands that I call Congressman Duncan's office. Immediately. I blink. Blink again. I don't have a freaking clue who you are. And you're being rude. You are NOT a client. I'm thinking no. He's insisting. DUDE. It is Columbus Day. All government buildings and banks are flippen' CLOSED. He says he called this morning and spoke with his secretary and that he HAS an appointment. Well that's fine and dandy, but I don't HAVE a number. "Call information." he says. NO! One: this costs us money. Two: you are a random bloke that just walked in. Three: you're being an ASSHAT. I'm sorry that I am at work doing MY job and just can't seem to fix YOUR problem. If you had the number, you should've brought it with you. I don't know what it is and I sure as HELL am not calling information for you, due to reasons one, two and three and four: I'm busy. He starts to get huffy with me. Seriously. SERIOUSLY? I walk off. I have a client here that I need to tend to. Eff. You. I come back to my office and look in my handy dandy attorney number book. There's the number, I call- they answer. I tell them this guy (Dick Allen, ha ha flippin' ha) is in our office, I don't have a clue who he is but he is insisting that he has an appointment with SOMEONE there. She informs me that they are working, but not open- I say yes, I understand. Again, I don't know this guy he just showed up and I'm just relaying information. She is interrupted and someone apparently says that they know who this guy is. They then tell me that someone will be waiting up front. I don't bother to get up- I yell out to the front that they will let him in. He says something, what I cannot be sure as I turned my music up to block him out, and he leaves.

Now I'm not TRYING to be rude. I'm trying to be at work and do my job. You are not part of my job. And YOU are being rude- demanding I do shit when you don't know me but thinking that since you're using 'sweetheart' it is a'ok. Well guess what. It's not. It's rude and unacceptable. Sure- you can look at it that I could call it my random act of kindness and I should've just said "Okay, mister. I'd be GLAD to." However, I wasn't glad to. I was busy and annoyed and I DON'T HAVE A CLUE WHO YOU ARE!

/rant. I'm pissy, sore and PMSing. Screw with me today. Seriously. It will be GREAT entertainment.

PS: There is a spider the size of my ass, which is not small but not huge and hello- is my ASS- chilling on one of the ceiling tiles outside of my boss' office. Been there all day. Fucker is out to get me, I can feel it. *shudder*