Oh, Canada!
Dec. 18th, 2003 06:43 pmI'd post more of the song, but for some reason when I start to sing "Oh, Canada" I immediately segue into my High School alma matter. I don't know why.
But, speaking of Canada, I got not one, not two but THREE Christmas cards from my friends up north! Thank you,
canadia_bit,
dionneshea and
abby20! And Abby, should I get Brian Kinney under my tree, I will, of course, share. But only during the holidays, when I am feeling benevolent. Then I become a greedy bitch. :)
And, not only did I get wonderful Christmas cards, but I got a Christmas CD from
queenofdenile! And she put GotR and a Colin Firth/Rupert Everett song on it! SQUEEEE! *happy sigh*
Speaking of
queenofdenile, I am 99.9% sure I got your address right and the USPS is full of asshats who can't read (except, of course, for the wonderful postal workers who can), but can you e-mail me your addy again. I got your card back (*sob*) and I want to get it to you post haste. My e-mail is AWKimball@aol.com.
Things I understand and accept: Having a bad day. Snipping at people because of it.
Things I don't understand: People who have no problem talking down to you all the fucking time and have no problems with it. Saying that you can be a bitch doesn't make your c*nt-like behavior even remotely okay. Get over yourself. Bitch. Today a computer jammed as Dina was trying to print a report. She was so upset by this that she took a stack of address pouches (that you affix to a box and put the address in) that she felt had caused the jam and *threw* it on the ground. And fucking temper tantrum! Good lord, act like an adult. You can say I'm not professional, but Jebus, glass houses, baby.
I am going insane. The only thing that keeps me from causing bodily harm is the joy of knowing I have a five day weekend immediately followed by a four day weekend coming up. Thank Jebus.
I like my job, but this is the worst boss I have ever had. At least at Crapaport the shithead boss was in Israel for most of the year.
I need a holiday icon. For cheer, yo.
And I am getting prezzies from clients! Yay! Prezzies! And money! Yay! Money!
But, speaking of Canada, I got not one, not two but THREE Christmas cards from my friends up north! Thank you,
And, not only did I get wonderful Christmas cards, but I got a Christmas CD from
Speaking of
Things I understand and accept: Having a bad day. Snipping at people because of it.
Things I don't understand: People who have no problem talking down to you all the fucking time and have no problems with it. Saying that you can be a bitch doesn't make your c*nt-like behavior even remotely okay. Get over yourself. Bitch. Today a computer jammed as Dina was trying to print a report. She was so upset by this that she took a stack of address pouches (that you affix to a box and put the address in) that she felt had caused the jam and *threw* it on the ground. And fucking temper tantrum! Good lord, act like an adult. You can say I'm not professional, but Jebus, glass houses, baby.
I am going insane. The only thing that keeps me from causing bodily harm is the joy of knowing I have a five day weekend immediately followed by a four day weekend coming up. Thank Jebus.
I like my job, but this is the worst boss I have ever had. At least at Crapaport the shithead boss was in Israel for most of the year.
I need a holiday icon. For cheer, yo.
And I am getting prezzies from clients! Yay! Prezzies! And money! Yay! Money!
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Date: 2003-12-18 04:31 pm (UTC)*hugs* I'm glad the card got there, and I hope the weekends and the money and presents more than make up for all the craziness.