If you love me
Feb. 19th, 2004 02:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiamatladyyou will kill me right now.
Put a gun to my head, and a slug in my brain.
Hell, I settle for being poisoned. Go to sleep, don't wake up.
Same shit, compounded with
-too many people in the office. 4, to be exact, in less square footage than in a standard one bedroom. All doing their own thing, answering phones, being loud, thinking out loud.
- Old shared space tenant. Who managed to eff up her home copy of QB. Comes in, takes literally TEN MINUTES, while I'm trying to eat hot (then COLD) soup. Somehow, manages to imply it's MY FAULT. (I told her not to do updates. She is convinced this is the reason the .DLL vanished. I told her that sounds like a virus, but apparantly that's less likely than me effing up. Did I mention this is *ahem* questionable copy?) When exactly do I get to STOP being their computer tech monkey?
- CPA's Daughter. Tax season helper, who does NOTHING RIGHT. Who kept telling me "Don't get all upset!" I have yet to reach upset levels, but I'm DAMN APPROACHING them. But, when _I'M_ getting frustrated, I apparantly am going for the roof, with a sniper rifle. When SHE gets frustrated, she can throw her hands up, and say "That's It" and leave. She's what Bret likes to call a "flibbrety gibbet" and I HATE HER right now.
On the bright side - she left, and there went most of the noise. She basically came in, made noise, distracted the hell out of me, made lunch, did something that has to be REdone and again implied that I'm doing something "wrong"
Is it any wonder I dreaded today?
So I came in early, skipping out on last night AND the night before to do so, I've been working mytail off, I'm frustrated and reaching for upset, and to top it all off, I HAVE NOTHING CONTRUCTIVE DONE YET.
*pulls hair out*
So, this is an invite for anyone who'd like to kill me to do so. Or, I could wait for Lou to come home and do it, but he might think it'll eff up his wedding, so I think he won't want to.
*sighs* I'm going to be crying all the way home, out of frustration. This helped, but not enough. This place makes me feel low and stupid, and I'm beginning to realize it's because they TREAT me this way. I'm not doing this again next year.
Put a gun to my head, and a slug in my brain.
Hell, I settle for being poisoned. Go to sleep, don't wake up.
Same shit, compounded with
-too many people in the office. 4, to be exact, in less square footage than in a standard one bedroom. All doing their own thing, answering phones, being loud, thinking out loud.
- Old shared space tenant. Who managed to eff up her home copy of QB. Comes in, takes literally TEN MINUTES, while I'm trying to eat hot (then COLD) soup. Somehow, manages to imply it's MY FAULT. (I told her not to do updates. She is convinced this is the reason the .DLL vanished. I told her that sounds like a virus, but apparantly that's less likely than me effing up. Did I mention this is *ahem* questionable copy?) When exactly do I get to STOP being their computer tech monkey?
- CPA's Daughter. Tax season helper, who does NOTHING RIGHT. Who kept telling me "Don't get all upset!" I have yet to reach upset levels, but I'm DAMN APPROACHING them. But, when _I'M_ getting frustrated, I apparantly am going for the roof, with a sniper rifle. When SHE gets frustrated, she can throw her hands up, and say "That's It" and leave. She's what Bret likes to call a "flibbrety gibbet" and I HATE HER right now.
On the bright side - she left, and there went most of the noise. She basically came in, made noise, distracted the hell out of me, made lunch, did something that has to be REdone and again implied that I'm doing something "wrong"
Is it any wonder I dreaded today?
So I came in early, skipping out on last night AND the night before to do so, I've been working mytail off, I'm frustrated and reaching for upset, and to top it all off, I HAVE NOTHING CONTRUCTIVE DONE YET.
*pulls hair out*
So, this is an invite for anyone who'd like to kill me to do so. Or, I could wait for Lou to come home and do it, but he might think it'll eff up his wedding, so I think he won't want to.
*sighs* I'm going to be crying all the way home, out of frustration. This helped, but not enough. This place makes me feel low and stupid, and I'm beginning to realize it's because they TREAT me this way. I'm not doing this again next year.
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Date: 2004-02-19 12:05 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-19 12:09 pm (UTC)Can we ball-gag them too?
I like the idea of no noise/shrill voices...
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Date: 2004-02-19 08:14 pm (UTC)*points to other comment*
My Pet Is Volunteering!!!
Hmm, now we only need an army of scantily clad men. HE is for our personal serving pleasure, bringing us drinks, and rubbing feet as needed, but he can't be everywhere, and I'm RATHER demanding *evil grin*
Whooo boy - did work make me loopy!
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Date: 2004-02-19 07:37 pm (UTC)(and the place that