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baronessekatI'm tired. I'm cranky. I just want to take my toys and go home!
I had just sat down at my desk this morning... hadn't even clocked in yet when my coworker LF (who has been here since before 7) calls from her cubbie and snarks at me with "why didn't you look at this for this file?" I like LF as a person, but frankly... I'm not the telepath you are looking for. She forgets that while she may be looking at a file, I can't see it so have no bloody clue what she's talking about.
Still not clocked in I go over and try to find out what the frig she's referring to, get it sorted out and go over to clock in. No sooner had I clicked "log in" when she comes over and yells at me for not doing something that I have done. I point out and show her that I did, I just had not been aware of one small step in the great miasma that is this department... of course the one she was looking for.
I was good... I didn't snap and ask her what had crawled up her butt and died. I just tried to go about my work, exuding my annoyance to the world.
Eventually she calmed down and I got along with my morning.
But the damn AC is on the fritz. for weeks it wasn't working. Now they got it working but it literally sounds like I'm sitting next to a jet engine every time it kicks in.
I'm getting a headache. I can't log into our client websites to update them so I'm getting calls wanting to know why we are behind.
Wednesday I surrender.
Just shoot me, take my car, and file a class action suit.
I had just sat down at my desk this morning... hadn't even clocked in yet when my coworker LF (who has been here since before 7) calls from her cubbie and snarks at me with "why didn't you look at this for this file?" I like LF as a person, but frankly... I'm not the telepath you are looking for. She forgets that while she may be looking at a file, I can't see it so have no bloody clue what she's talking about.
Still not clocked in I go over and try to find out what the frig she's referring to, get it sorted out and go over to clock in. No sooner had I clicked "log in" when she comes over and yells at me for not doing something that I have done. I point out and show her that I did, I just had not been aware of one small step in the great miasma that is this department... of course the one she was looking for.
I was good... I didn't snap and ask her what had crawled up her butt and died. I just tried to go about my work, exuding my annoyance to the world.
Eventually she calmed down and I got along with my morning.
But the damn AC is on the fritz. for weeks it wasn't working. Now they got it working but it literally sounds like I'm sitting next to a jet engine every time it kicks in.
I'm getting a headache. I can't log into our client websites to update them so I'm getting calls wanting to know why we are behind.
Wednesday I surrender.
Just shoot me, take my car, and file a class action suit.
