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Today is not going well
Dec. 11th, 2002 12:58 pmWhen I walked into my morning client, a half hour late, only to help the W/C audit, I got "Oh good, you're here." which, contrary to this statement is NEVER good. Type a letter, do this, do that, help the auditor, oh and NO you're not going to send the info you were requested, because I don't like them. *fumes*
I bolted at noon, I'd had enough. I want the shower I had to skip this morning, I've had lunch, and I need to go out to a client, so that I can get them done for the month that I'm overdue, and then head to ManRay. I'm anticipating a fashion crisis so I'm changing at home, hopefully to be in on time to get parking.
Oh, and one more thing, and I'm going to be cryptic, since I don't REALLY want to air someone else's dirty laundry. I'm disgusted with YOU. You sold me out, for your own comfort. As usual, I stand alone in my opinion without your support, I'm taking the heat and the nonsense, to defend you, who won't do it for yourself. Not entirely unexpected, I might add. But, when I won't talk to you anymore, because this is starting to hurt, do NOT ask me why. I do understand WHY things went the way they did, but no good has come out of it, since things have gone back to the status quo that brought this on in the first place. And next time, I won't be your sacrificial lamb.
Off to change, I'll shower before the club, I'd rather have the time to do my hair anyway, but I'm changing out of the geek clothes.
I bolted at noon, I'd had enough. I want the shower I had to skip this morning, I've had lunch, and I need to go out to a client, so that I can get them done for the month that I'm overdue, and then head to ManRay. I'm anticipating a fashion crisis so I'm changing at home, hopefully to be in on time to get parking.
Oh, and one more thing, and I'm going to be cryptic, since I don't REALLY want to air someone else's dirty laundry. I'm disgusted with YOU. You sold me out, for your own comfort. As usual, I stand alone in my opinion without your support, I'm taking the heat and the nonsense, to defend you, who won't do it for yourself. Not entirely unexpected, I might add. But, when I won't talk to you anymore, because this is starting to hurt, do NOT ask me why. I do understand WHY things went the way they did, but no good has come out of it, since things have gone back to the status quo that brought this on in the first place. And next time, I won't be your sacrificial lamb.
Off to change, I'll shower before the club, I'd rather have the time to do my hair anyway, but I'm changing out of the geek clothes.
