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tiamatladywoke up late again. A little wigged about it.
Then my "15 minutes on Livejournal" has become 45.
I NEED a shower. My boss isn't going to be happy. This is why I HATE working on the Cape - the hour kills me.
Want to go out tonight, need to ask about the tickets. I think I'm just going to order mine, and email Chris to order his, I can't afford his right now anyway *grins* If I don't make it out tonight I will.
My clients won't leave me alone, I actually got a call from one I haven't heard from in months, asking me about a form I've never heard of, and asking what "I DID" with some forms from 2002. Since I haven't been in there since, oh, May of last year, I have no idea where the form is. Did you look in the drawer where all the 2002 info is? No? maybe you should. *sighs* Can I come in and look. *sighs*
Then another calls for their frigging monthly bank statements, which they should be doing themselves, but if they were their credit line wouldn't be recorded at ALL, since they OBVIOUSLY haven't used it, and not to the tune they've used it either. *sighs again* Oh, and am I doing the spoiled brat's taxes again? (The boss's daughter. Frigging 1040EZ, can't be bothered to think herself. Stupid little girl. I'm still irritated that she traded in a red Mustang Convertible for a white PT Cruiser. A MUSTANG CONVERTABLE. What the hell is WRONG with people.)
It's not that I can't handle this. I just can't handle it to this extent. There's just too much. Every time I get a minute to myself, someone calls and wants to know why I haven't worked on *blah*. I'm going to blow, I can feel it.
Ok I need to shower, the longer I sit here, the later I should be working, and the less likely it is I'm going out. And I do want to. I also want to watch Witch Hunter Robin tonight. I've failed to stay up to watch it every time I've gone out (It's on again at 3. I make it to about 2:30.)
I'd just like to make it clear, that anyone who bitches at me that their taxes aren't done yet, and when will I have time to do them (nicely or otherwise) is just going to either get beatdown, or have me break on them. I have worked EVERY SINGLE DAY for the past two weeks. I might have slacked in getting to work, but I've been there. When I drag myself home, it's in time to read LJ, email, do some more work, and go to bed. This includes Sunday. Asking me when I'll have time - I don't. It's a stupid question. I asked WEEKS ago about availability, noone seemed to care, so neither do I. I know I've gotten a couple of people who HAVE emailed me, I'm trying to remember them, but to be honest, TaxSlayer is my FRIEND! I will end up pointing you to them. I just don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. And if I get any of those emails today, the answer I'm going to be giving out is "No." You have been warned.
OK, I'm Way late. I need a shower. I need a coffee. I could use some early lunch. I feel bad I don't have time to feel bad for people, there's some who could use some sympathy or an ear. I just don't have it.
Then my "15 minutes on Livejournal" has become 45.
I NEED a shower. My boss isn't going to be happy. This is why I HATE working on the Cape - the hour kills me.
Want to go out tonight, need to ask about the tickets. I think I'm just going to order mine, and email Chris to order his, I can't afford his right now anyway *grins* If I don't make it out tonight I will.
My clients won't leave me alone, I actually got a call from one I haven't heard from in months, asking me about a form I've never heard of, and asking what "I DID" with some forms from 2002. Since I haven't been in there since, oh, May of last year, I have no idea where the form is. Did you look in the drawer where all the 2002 info is? No? maybe you should. *sighs* Can I come in and look. *sighs*
Then another calls for their frigging monthly bank statements, which they should be doing themselves, but if they were their credit line wouldn't be recorded at ALL, since they OBVIOUSLY haven't used it, and not to the tune they've used it either. *sighs again* Oh, and am I doing the spoiled brat's taxes again? (The boss's daughter. Frigging 1040EZ, can't be bothered to think herself. Stupid little girl. I'm still irritated that she traded in a red Mustang Convertible for a white PT Cruiser. A MUSTANG CONVERTABLE. What the hell is WRONG with people.)
It's not that I can't handle this. I just can't handle it to this extent. There's just too much. Every time I get a minute to myself, someone calls and wants to know why I haven't worked on *blah*. I'm going to blow, I can feel it.
Ok I need to shower, the longer I sit here, the later I should be working, and the less likely it is I'm going out. And I do want to. I also want to watch Witch Hunter Robin tonight. I've failed to stay up to watch it every time I've gone out (It's on again at 3. I make it to about 2:30.)
I'd just like to make it clear, that anyone who bitches at me that their taxes aren't done yet, and when will I have time to do them (nicely or otherwise) is just going to either get beatdown, or have me break on them. I have worked EVERY SINGLE DAY for the past two weeks. I might have slacked in getting to work, but I've been there. When I drag myself home, it's in time to read LJ, email, do some more work, and go to bed. This includes Sunday. Asking me when I'll have time - I don't. It's a stupid question. I asked WEEKS ago about availability, noone seemed to care, so neither do I. I know I've gotten a couple of people who HAVE emailed me, I'm trying to remember them, but to be honest, TaxSlayer is my FRIEND! I will end up pointing you to them. I just don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. And if I get any of those emails today, the answer I'm going to be giving out is "No." You have been warned.
OK, I'm Way late. I need a shower. I need a coffee. I could use some early lunch. I feel bad I don't have time to feel bad for people, there's some who could use some sympathy or an ear. I just don't have it.
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Date: 2004-03-10 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-10 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-10 08:55 am (UTC)but you work there every day, and aren't in the middle of tax season.
When I get there it will be rapid fire questions, and 10 hours worth of work, to be done in 5.
Then, after all that I get to drive home, an hour. You MUST know what I'm talking about there, after having a SUCK day, then getting to get int he car and deal with traffic.
To quote a phrase - I'm not even supposed to be there today. She asked me to eff with my schedule to go. I deliberately put her on a schedule, and she's done nothing but fuck with it. The two days of the week I didn't want to work for her were the ONE night I want to go out, and the next day (since I really have morning issues on Thursday) These seem to be the days she wants me, on top of her regular two.
It's overall frustration. My days on the Cape are exhausting. And I WON'T drive an hour every day, I don't know why or how you do it.
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Date: 2004-03-10 09:23 am (UTC)see my userpic for the answer to that question. ;)