![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Motherfuck.
Sorry. I am, btw, pretty much incapable of saying that aloud and not sounding stupid. But I emailed someone who then posted 'highlights' [the whole frickin' thing] to the person it was about. What were the odds that person B, who is NEVER AROUND would be around that day? With my luck, I should have seen it coming. But no. I was blinded by widget or something. G'ah.
I thought this stuff ended when you hit the twenty some odd somethings? No? Well, fuck. Why did I miss that memo?
*headdesk* I'm ticked at various things. The above would be one. The following comment swiped from the conversation that was subsequently forwarded to me:
Let me cut and paste something she said to me in a recent e-mail..
*does nothing*
ASS.
I really hadn't missed this part of life.
Nor did I miss the super happy new person happily pointing out that maybe I spend a little too much time eying the clock and if I didn't, maybe time would move faster. She's nice. And she's probably right. But I spent all of last night being about two seconds away from screaming at stupid people and saying over the loudspeakery system, "I quit. Find some other idiot." Everyone who says, "I'd love my job if not for the customers" can add me to their list of people nodding their head in agreement. I'm tired of dealing with the really drunk, the perpetually baked, the gloriously trashy, the unfit parents, the bitches, the assholes, the creepy married guys who still make googley eyes when their wife is standing two feet away, the people who will not accept that we do not have control over other stores... It's just enough to make my head explode. It doesn't help that I feel responsible for making sure that the task of the night is done before I go home. And last night, even with the two hour headstart? Did not get done. The week before we put out three times as many tags. Literally. But no. Nowhere near that.
Bah. I also hate gnats.
Sorry. I am, btw, pretty much incapable of saying that aloud and not sounding stupid. But I emailed someone who then posted 'highlights' [the whole frickin' thing] to the person it was about. What were the odds that person B, who is NEVER AROUND would be around that day? With my luck, I should have seen it coming. But no. I was blinded by widget or something. G'ah.
I thought this stuff ended when you hit the twenty some odd somethings? No? Well, fuck. Why did I miss that memo?
*headdesk* I'm ticked at various things. The above would be one. The following comment swiped from the conversation that was subsequently forwarded to me:
Let me cut and paste something she said to me in a recent e-mail..
*does nothing*
ASS.
I really hadn't missed this part of life.
Nor did I miss the super happy new person happily pointing out that maybe I spend a little too much time eying the clock and if I didn't, maybe time would move faster. She's nice. And she's probably right. But I spent all of last night being about two seconds away from screaming at stupid people and saying over the loudspeakery system, "I quit. Find some other idiot." Everyone who says, "I'd love my job if not for the customers" can add me to their list of people nodding their head in agreement. I'm tired of dealing with the really drunk, the perpetually baked, the gloriously trashy, the unfit parents, the bitches, the assholes, the creepy married guys who still make googley eyes when their wife is standing two feet away, the people who will not accept that we do not have control over other stores... It's just enough to make my head explode. It doesn't help that I feel responsible for making sure that the task of the night is done before I go home. And last night, even with the two hour headstart? Did not get done. The week before we put out three times as many tags. Literally. But no. Nowhere near that.
Bah. I also hate gnats.
