April 3rd, 2007
Effing A
I'm still so angry I could spit. Actually I'm patting myself on the back for not slipping into my bulimic anger mode where I'd have a full night of scarfing and barfing. Today my motherfucking asshole bosses asked me no ordered me to take over the receptionists desk because she called in sick. Our receptionist, if I haven't written about her already, is one of the dumbest people I've ever encountered. But right now I'm not in the mood to talk about her. Oh she's also a wacko. But I digress. I had "real" work to do today and I as I said I wasn't asked but ordered when one of my bosses "tenants" complained that no one was answering the phone. That they should call in a temp. Duh it was already 1:00 p.m. So I pitched my fit and went up there. It was horrible. I always thought the office was a dismal place but sitting "up front" was like a day in hell. I've already paid my fucking dues in the phone department so saying I was out for blood. But if they had said something like "look we're really shorthanded we would appreciate...please, thank you." why is it that manners are so short in supply these days? I can see that the usually friendly boss was none too pleased as when I left he wasn't pleasant to me and the way I feel now is okay fucking fire me I don't care. I'm sick of the business anyway. And my husband knows if he doesn't get a full time job I'm going back to work and giving him his walking papers. As I said to him what's cheaper getting a full time job and staying or divorcing him and his having to find a place to live and pay child support. I'm that angry. I'm also sad because this time three years ago I had a choir to sing in. And it was a source of great joy. I'm so angry I can't even think straight. Why is it that anger or loss are the only things which drive me to do anything. Oh did I mention that I'm on the eve of my period. PMS -- ho ho watch out scumbags!
