*sigh*

Another day, another chance for someone to piss me off.
I woke up tired. I don't think I did THAT much yesterday, but I was zoning at ManRay, like, almost asleep.
Hmmm, I want a donut, and coffee. Coffee good.
I'm going to be late for work, or rather, my appointment, but they don't really care. The only person in the office is late today anyway.

I can't believe how bone tired I am. I need something to eat. I bought cereal, I'm going to have a bowl or three.

I'm on "silence" mode today, I'm only going to answer Marcus, since he called a gabillion times yesterday, and MIGHT be worried. But I know he wants something, and I need to explain to him that I am NOT at his beck and call, and when he does things like call me last minute, he might get screwed. Yes he got some beads for me for my project, but I haven't had time to work on it anyway, so I'm none too bothered.

I'm never leaving the office tonight, I'm going to be there a VERY long time, you watch.
Off to eat and pack up.

*bangs head on keyboard*

Let me say, that the only three hours of peace I've had in the last week was during LOTR:TT. Yep, loud and bloody and disgusting battle scenes are less stress than my life.

Let's start with last night. I really need to learn to put my foot down about going home. I should have, at 11:30. I should have begged Howie a ride home from emilytbm and gone home. But I thought "Hey, I can hack it, he just got here" Those of you who tell me I'm not nice can go FUCK yourself RIGHT in the ear! No big whoop there, except adding to today's drama.

I wake up exhausted. It's a struggle to wake up, but, thanks to yesterday's ass of a trip into the office prior to movie, I had decided that I would NOT need to return to that office, and moving slowly was ok. I shower, dress, check email, eat some ceral, and leave, getting to client about 10:30, except i get a call. From the Payroll guy. Telling me I need to return to other office, to get him the report. You know, the one I tried to accomodate him with YESTERDAY! Except he wasn't available so I talked to their conversion department who said "Hell no, it doesn't matter if you get it in or not, we're not doing it." I said, and I quote "I'm sorry, I'm going to another client today, I'm already late and I'm already there. I cannot do it today." He actually tried to (nicely) strongarm me, by telling me all the things he promised me they would do, were on the line. I said "I tried to accomodate you yesterday." Basically, somehow, this lack of information and their inability to work with what I gave them is MY fault. I wanted to tell the guy, "Gee thanks for your help, but since this is such a problem, I think we'll find another payroll service." but it's not my company so I didn't. I called the client and went into Rant mode, and he kept misunderstanding everything, and all the stress ofthe past couple of weeks came pouring out, and i burst into tears. I just feel used. I spent TWO HOURS in rush hour traffic, which I'd designed my day to avoid, to be told it "wasn't good enough." It's NOT my fault, I'm not taking the blame, and if you persist in blaming me, I'm going to have your ass fired. HIS company told me No, and apparantly the only thing wrong here is me believing them.

*deep breath*

So I finished my client for that day, who is, thankfully, easy, and while a handful, for my CPA boss not for me. Guy waits until 3 days before his last payroll to decide whether or not to take a bonus, and blames US for it. *hand*
Then get to the Cape office, and don't ASK me how i managed, I almost fell alseep a bunch of times, aftermath from the crying jag, and I really didn't do a DAMN thing all day. And I still feel like i have things that need to be done, with my own clients, things I'm going to stick around to do.

I'm SO tired of feeling like this, I'm not used to being overwhelmed. I feel like i've had one long tax season, without any breaks, of being the one at fault for everything, of someone's stuff being late, of all the people who wanted help April 14th (and you know who you are) who STILL aren't done, and it's going to be an issue when _I'M_ too swamped to deal with it. *sigh* I'm resentful and hateful right now, so please think twice before asking me for a favor? Please?

And then, M calls, and i say I can't talk right now, I'm sorry I wasn't at his beck and call last night, but i have this thing called a "life" and he got all pissy. He's thinking "Well I'm trying to do HER a favor, so FUCK her." but in reality he's not. Perhaps a better solution than the one I had, but at this point, if I'm going to have to go wiggins about it, it's NOT a good solution.

One single bright spot - the bonus check from my boss which is going to get me through the next two weeks and allow me some leeway in Xmas shopping.