Yay! Finally! And it's a holiday weekend. I'm so glad.
This morning when I came in I had an email from a freaking douchebag moron who can't bother to read his email when someone needs his help but can sure as hell raise a stink when he thinks someone has gone over his head.
Back about May 5th I get this email from one of our buyers begging for help on this problem. Seems a supplier can't supply X but they can Y and they need to know if this is ok.
So the buyer is desperately trying to get ahold of someone who can give her an answer. Lo, she ends up with me. I'm the first person to even ANSWER the poor thing because the douchebag (who is RESPONSIBLE for this project) doesn't think it's "important" enough. WTF?
After about two weeks of exchanging emails with various individuals higher up on the food chain (and copying the douchebag who SHOULD be responsible for it but who still won't respond to any email) we decide what we will do.
To this morning I come in and there is this hysterical note from the douchebag saying "well, we can't do this! This is going to cause me work!" Which is why the stupid fucker probably didn't answer the original mail. I was so pissed. I wanted to write back and say "look, you stupid fucker. If you have even bothered to read your email from three weeks ago you would have seen this was a problem then. Now you want to raise hell when the problem is nearly solved? Bite it, douchebag!"
But I didn't have to. HIS BOSS wrote him back instead and told him that HE (the boss) and I were handling it and to STFU basically. I laughed my ass off. Fucktard. I dunno what he's bitching about anyway -
I'm the one who has to do all the work! Idiot!
Then people start leaving at noon and that is not a good thing. I can feel shit stirring, getting ready to hit the fan at about 3:30pm. So at 3:15 I leave. GONE. SEE YA! I actually stopped answering the phone after 2:30pm because I KNEW some crisis du jour would spring up and the world would certainly end if I didn't drop everything to save it. (Note - if the world DOES end - I take full responsibility for it since I didn't answer the batphone. Oh, well!)
Came home and took a nap. So nice! Sleep is good.
Mom called me and said my bro would wait until Monday to see the new Star Wars movie with me (he was going to go alone today but I said I'd go with him so he'll wait until I come up).
The weekend is still up in the air other than Monday. Not sure what's going on tomorrow or Sunday. I mean I'll go to crown tourney but I don't know how long I'll stay or anything. Ah, well. Maybe I'll get some cleaning or something done! I'm not going to hold my breath on that, tho.
Now as far as Mr. Wicked goes - well, he's grown silent and it's annoying the piss outta me. I asked him what the deal was and he said that I've gotten too attached to him. Whatever. *eye roll* He says that I don't see his motives clearly anymore because I feel sorry for him and it's pissing him off. Well SOR-RY!
OK. I admit it. I do feel sorry for him. I can't help it. I know what's coming for him and it's not good. Yeah, he's a hateful old thing and I want to smack the piss outta him sometimes but I don't want to see him hurt. Isn't that terrible? Pathetic?
Well, HE finds it annoying and won't talk to me until I stop it. How can I? It's getting hard to stay objective when I know what's in store for him. It's not like he doesn't care but he doesn't want ME to care I think. I dunno. So I'll just have to suck it up and be mean to him and hope he starts talking again.
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