-Fixed my boss' cell phone. Because that is in my job description. Okay, that's being bitchy. I didn't mind really. It's just that today I mind EVERYTHING because I do not feel well but I shan't dare take a day off. Why? This is what greeted me Tuesday morning:
Yeah. That is from taking a day off. Granted it was all easily completed during the workday on Tuesday, but it was a clusterfuck of shit. I hate complete clusterfucks. Organized clusterfucks I can deal with- that is never the case here.-Discussed something with someone. Yeah. Had a very profound affect on me, I know. Some client wanting to totally change up everything he discussed when he came in to meet with the boss. You know what? Don't care. Pay us money then I'll care. *smile* I also do not care that your buddy is going to build you a house to live in for free. That sounds awfully goober gobbler-ish to me, just saying. Not that I have anything against goober gobblers but I'm in a pissy ass mood and if I want to call you queer, I fucking will. Queer. Okay. Finished with that moment of rage, wherever it came from...
-Printed off questionnaires because they were 'fucked up' even though they weren't. But I magically fixed them. And I went to the copier just now only to find my boss has printed off more. Sigh.
-Refused to call a consult because they were late. I don't know what it is about calling clients 2 minutes after their appointment times that really gets her off but Jesus Tapdancing Christ. I told her no as it was a home number to which she replied, "No there IS a number here!!!!!!!!111". I fucking know that. It's also a FUCKING HOME NUMBER.
I am done. I am done for the day. I am done for the week. I feel shittastic and everyone that calls is stupid as fuck. Straight up fuck. They can't think a thing through for themselves and I just don't have it in me at the moment to think for them. 200+ people is a lot of people to think for and I would just like to go on hiatus for the week. Kfnxbai, bitches.
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