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WTF am I doing up?
I woke up, on my own, at SIX.
Did some drifting, listened to Teh Unit in the bathroom, and leaving, and there's something not quite right. She left awfully late - she must have driven in today.
On my forth day at my new job I get to go in late and leave for an hour. Why? My sister somehow stepped clumsy on Tuesday and broke her ankle. Since her BF is a TOTAL ASS, Teh UNit had to come home from work so HE could go to work, and her work is giving her shit about it. They think that THEY need to teach her a lesson about "letting go" so they THEN stick other people with the job. I have to go in late because I need to take her to the clinic for them to finally set her ankle, then go back get her and take her home. Now, for anyone else this is a half hour here a half hour there. But NO. She moved and it's literally across the city, where I have to move through rush hour morning traffic. We're talking an HOUR to get her and take her to the clinic, then an HOUR to get her, take her home and get back to work. I don't THINK they'll have a problem with it, but you know what, it's my FOURTH FUCKING DAY!Captain asshat couldn't take the morning off, as he's probably been out excessively. He likes to watch sports and drink crappy beer EVERY NIGHT. He's a believer in "My money is my money and YOUR money is my money, and who gives a fuck about rent."
If anyone would like to educate this guy about how to treat women, I'll be happy to facilitate a meeting. Of course, I understand you would just talk to him over a crappy beer, right? *winks*
So, since I'm up early, I'm going to head to the office shortly. Hopefully I can go over some things, and make sure it's OK for me to not be there for a bit, and find out when my trainer wants to continue our projects.
I dunno why I feel like I've slacked off already. Probably since I've been a bit bored on occasion, but I worked my ASS off yesterday, I wasn't THAT late, I did my work, I worked like a champ. I've done that for the past three days! OK went to take care of my Tuesday client but even THAT was OK. NOONE is looking at me like I'm a goofoff. WHY do I feel like I am?
Bah, anyway. I need to get moving. Wish I'd gotten moving earlier since it's very easy for me to, right now just say "I'm coming in at 10" rather than disturb the peace. The timing sucks because the person I feel most comfortable calling isn't in til 9 - you know, when I'm supposed to be there.
Eh, need to make some phone calls anyway.
I woke up, on my own, at SIX.
Did some drifting, listened to Teh Unit in the bathroom, and leaving, and there's something not quite right. She left awfully late - she must have driven in today.
On my forth day at my new job I get to go in late and leave for an hour. Why? My sister somehow stepped clumsy on Tuesday and broke her ankle. Since her BF is a TOTAL ASS, Teh UNit had to come home from work so HE could go to work, and her work is giving her shit about it. They think that THEY need to teach her a lesson about "letting go" so they THEN stick other people with the job. I have to go in late because I need to take her to the clinic for them to finally set her ankle, then go back get her and take her home. Now, for anyone else this is a half hour here a half hour there. But NO. She moved and it's literally across the city, where I have to move through rush hour morning traffic. We're talking an HOUR to get her and take her to the clinic, then an HOUR to get her, take her home and get back to work. I don't THINK they'll have a problem with it, but you know what, it's my FOURTH FUCKING DAY!Captain asshat couldn't take the morning off, as he's probably been out excessively. He likes to watch sports and drink crappy beer EVERY NIGHT. He's a believer in "My money is my money and YOUR money is my money, and who gives a fuck about rent."
If anyone would like to educate this guy about how to treat women, I'll be happy to facilitate a meeting. Of course, I understand you would just talk to him over a crappy beer, right? *winks*
So, since I'm up early, I'm going to head to the office shortly. Hopefully I can go over some things, and make sure it's OK for me to not be there for a bit, and find out when my trainer wants to continue our projects.
I dunno why I feel like I've slacked off already. Probably since I've been a bit bored on occasion, but I worked my ASS off yesterday, I wasn't THAT late, I did my work, I worked like a champ. I've done that for the past three days! OK went to take care of my Tuesday client but even THAT was OK. NOONE is looking at me like I'm a goofoff. WHY do I feel like I am?
Bah, anyway. I need to get moving. Wish I'd gotten moving earlier since it's very easy for me to, right now just say "I'm coming in at 10" rather than disturb the peace. The timing sucks because the person I feel most comfortable calling isn't in til 9 - you know, when I'm supposed to be there.
Eh, need to make some phone calls anyway.
