Monday

Well I suspected when asked me to change my leave to the 1st and 2nd days of July.
And now on Monday, I've found that my access code no longer works.

Real subtle, assholes.

Oh well. I'm glad to get out of here anyway.

Fuck every single one of them

Have a nice day!

What The Hell?

The loneliness... is killing me.
The lame-ness of it is killing me, too.

Motherfucker.

Friday

It's Friday, and still I feel like crap. I've been feeling like crap everyday, lately.
But today's particularly bad. Not only am I in the office with a fever, I also arrived late because no goddamn cabs were available.

The fucking cab company. After a million attempts to get through, the system wouldn't even accept my submission.
I had to press '1' if I wanted a cab at a location where I had previously got one.
No matter how many times I pressed the button, the damn voice kept repeating 'Press 1 for... Press 2 for..'
I was expecting it to go 'NO CHANCE, BITCH' eventually.

What I got instead one of the operators. OK fine.
'Please hold while we process your booking'. 15 minutes later, that damn automated voice re-appeared and went 'NO CHANCE, BITCH'.

I had to take the bus. Got here an hour late.

THEN I had to find out that my application for a week-long leave had been rejected because according to company policy, I have to inform them a month in advance before taking 'long leave'.

Would've been nice to have been informed of the goddamn policy.
But no.
Spring it on me anytime you bitches want, eh?

I want to write more, but I'm exhausted. So later, bitches.

Well enough of that.

Bliss

Holy motherfucking cunt shit cocksucker.

MY GOD is she fucking stupid. How the hell does she even get out of bed every morning?

Must be nice to be THAT stupid and ignorant.

Talk about making a fencepost look like a goddamn genius.


How is it that she can think I'm an assistant,
when I'm the only one in the department?
I do the forecasts, I make sure the PO's come in. I entertain the customers' stupid requests (learn to read the guide, you lazy assholes). Hell, I even determine the price.

I do the work of a manager, and the stupid bitch still thinks I'm an assistant.
I AM ASSISTING MYSELF.

I can only hope and pray that eventually, it will become legal to murder idiots.

Fuck off and die.


Have a nice day!

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.

Fucking A

Well, it's Wednesday.
Less than 2 weeks before I'm officially unemployed.

I'd like to write more, but Blogger is being fucked up right now. Every time I hit 'Enter', the goddamn cursor disappears for a few seconds, and reappears either at the beginning of the sentence I'd just written,
at the top of this post.

It's fucking annoying, and I'm too sleepy for this shit.
I'll be back later.


Fuck you, Blogger.
And fuck anyone else who's reading this.

Have a nice day!

Assholes.