fucking ay..is it Friday yet?
I’ve had to earn my paycheck at Breakback Mountain this week:
Monday – Consumed in its entirety by the clock issue. Is the company’s success that contigent upon a five minute difference? We have already spent north of $500 on the IT tech to try and fix the problem…which has no solution…at all…but we must keep obliging the managing director’s hissy fits.
Tuesday – Our website got shut down. E-mails were bouncing like tennis balls at Wimbledon. Beatrix to the rescue…again.
The rattlesnake that gives me orders, approaches me with gravitas to tell me that I should do the dishes everyday, not every Friday as it is my custom. Notwithstanding the fact that I’m not his wife, I’m so furious that my answer will probably be a Tourettian string of profanities, so I inhale deeply, give him the evil eye, and march off the kitchen.
By 4:00pm I put the brakes on whatever I was doing to go crash my office neighbor’s farewell party. Two wine glasses later, I really feel much more calm.
Wednesday -Â Website is up! Dense managing directors still bug me about the bounces that happened yesterday impervious to my 25Â suggestions that they start hitting the resend key. I’m starting to think they’re hard of hearing. Note to self: check if Office Depot sells hearing aids.
Next, debate with the director for 20 minutes why Safeway doesn’t deliver fat-free yugoslavian yogurt, which is his latest obstination. He just won’t let it go. That and the matzo crackers.
Thursday – I have to do five mailings! I hate these because I’m the one who gets the raging e-mails from spammees to “cease or prepare to be torched.” I secretly delete their addresses from our database unbeknownst to the director who was never taught the meaning of the word “NO.”
For the fucking love of all that is good, I’m ready to end the week or else exterminate some office vermin.
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