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Today was just . . .
Jan. 9th, 2004 08:14 pmIt was, like, the epitome of "one of those days". I went in to work with maybe - maybe - an hour and a half of work to do, and ended up running around like a loon all day.
First, I get to work. I walk in and immediately leave to go get donuts and bagels for the office with christmas money. Whee! Get back, arrange the food, go to tell the receptionist and find her panicked because she thinks she is having an asthma attack. She is (rightfully) freaked out. Doesn't want an ambulance. So I call a car service. It takes too long. J calls an ambulance. I work reception until she leaves. (ooh! And I get to snap at Dina who gives me a nasty look and shoos me (yes, shoos me. Bitch) away when I am trying to tell her the receptionist is having an asthma attack. So I get to snip at her, A is having an asthma attack and needs to go to the hospital. Thought you should know). Then I actually open. The day kind of took it's cue from there. Just shit, crap and more shit. With the copier people coming and taking apart the machine before realizing they are trying to fix a problem on a machine at a different company, to the locksmith making about six too many keys to bitch being especially bitchy. And Melanie still doesn't have "time" to talk to me. What. Ever.
So, I became proactive and e-mailed my old boss explaining that I loved my job but can't work with Dina whose seriously unpleasant and does he possibly know of any openings ar corporate?
This weekend, I work on my resume. Which actually works out nicely, as I don't actually plan on stepping foot out of my door until it warms up at least 20 degrees.
Why is it I want to move to Chicago again?
I had Thai for dinner and basically got that money back (and then some) when I got home and discovered my Geico refund check for the insurance not used (like, fifty bucks!!!).
Now I have to call me madre (she is going on her fabulous island vacation tomorrow at the crack of dawn) then read until I pass out. Last night it was at 9:30, with my hand marking the page in my book.
First, I get to work. I walk in and immediately leave to go get donuts and bagels for the office with christmas money. Whee! Get back, arrange the food, go to tell the receptionist and find her panicked because she thinks she is having an asthma attack. She is (rightfully) freaked out. Doesn't want an ambulance. So I call a car service. It takes too long. J calls an ambulance. I work reception until she leaves. (ooh! And I get to snap at Dina who gives me a nasty look and shoos me (yes, shoos me. Bitch) away when I am trying to tell her the receptionist is having an asthma attack. So I get to snip at her, A is having an asthma attack and needs to go to the hospital. Thought you should know). Then I actually open. The day kind of took it's cue from there. Just shit, crap and more shit. With the copier people coming and taking apart the machine before realizing they are trying to fix a problem on a machine at a different company, to the locksmith making about six too many keys to bitch being especially bitchy. And Melanie still doesn't have "time" to talk to me. What. Ever.
So, I became proactive and e-mailed my old boss explaining that I loved my job but can't work with Dina whose seriously unpleasant and does he possibly know of any openings ar corporate?
This weekend, I work on my resume. Which actually works out nicely, as I don't actually plan on stepping foot out of my door until it warms up at least 20 degrees.
Why is it I want to move to Chicago again?
I had Thai for dinner and basically got that money back (and then some) when I got home and discovered my Geico refund check for the insurance not used (like, fifty bucks!!!).
Now I have to call me madre (she is going on her fabulous island vacation tomorrow at the crack of dawn) then read until I pass out. Last night it was at 9:30, with my hand marking the page in my book.
