Ever-Present

It's 3pm, on a Wednesday afternoon.

Holy SHIT am I sleepy. Been sleepy every day for the past couple of weeks.
But it's been exceptionally bad these past few days.

How bad?
Drunks are more articulate than me.

Still doing the same job. Still surrounded by dumbass superiors.

The stupidity of 2 in particular happen to be at the top of the pile right now. As I'd mentioned before, I'm fucking sleepy, so I'll just talk about one of them. For now.

Let's see...
My job is to bring in the purchase orders,
go over them the first time,
and let the processing side handle the rest.

So if any duplicate licenses are sent to the customer or reseller,
guess what? IT'S NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM.

But no...
the stupid fat bitch director - who can't even understand that part numbers correspond to QUANTITY not PERIOD- shouted at ME, after the conference call ended in which she declared
herself completely free of blame ("I didn't work on this...").

YOU got the same e-mail as I did. It was sent to everyone. And being a fucking DIRECTOR,
you should know who's responsible for what.

But no... she blamed ME.
Why must there be laws in place to prevent me from smiting
horrible creatures such as she?

Fucking moron can't even string together a single grammatically-correct sentence.
That is how stupid she is.

The other one that pissed me off is the new Channel Manager who does practically nothing.
Knows very little about part numbers, partner margins and maintenance periods...
even though it is his JOB to know.

I'll explain why he pissed me off later.
Need... a... goddamn... nap...

Fuck you.

Well enough of that.

Perfect

Well it's Monday. Again. Fucking-

I just found out that the pair of shoes I'd bought over the weekend
is made up of 2 different sizes. Great. Just great.

Someone I told this to actually asked me if I had tried both shoes on.
Well, no.

I tried one on, and it felt right. Who the hell expects 2 different sizes
in one box?
Dumbass.

So now I've got to go back to that shithole store. And yea, and I've got to keep wearing these fucking
squeaky shoes until Thursday.

It's the 2nd week of May, and I still don't know for how much longer will I be here,
doing the job of a manager, and getting a temp's salary. Not a temp manager, nooo...
The salary of a temporary 'Retail Associate'.

Yep. I'm a goddamn manager on a budget for these greedy assholes.
As soon as I get a better offer, you can bet your ass I'm outta here.

Well back to working.
Oh joy.

Fuck you.

Have a nice day!

Well enough of that.