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tiamatladySo, I get to BaOPF client.
The effing boss, who SWORE he would NOT be available this week - is IN HIS OFFICE. I am at this point, 3 hours later than my schedule says so. Meep. He left me pretty much alone, I had plenty of work to do. But he's a complete asshat. See he likes to do things on his schedule. But wants other stuff done also on his schedule. Sometimes these two versions of "his schedule" clash in violent ways. Like when I wanted to enter invoices. I couldn't since he had to roll forward a date. I asked, he said he hadn't, I moved on. He never TOLD me I when I could enter invoices, so now they're undone, and I BETCHA he asks "Did you enter invoices?" KNOWING full well that I'd asked and been told NOT to.
He also -
- told me to do bank recs. THEN expressly told me I couldn't til we "review my work so far." WHEN this is going to happen, I have NO Effing clue.
- Told me to print trial balances, did NOT tell me to print them out by month. Tells me "looking at the cash account is silly" when I'm WORKING ON the cash account. And finding errors. Also wants me to work BACKWARDS. Which makes no real sense.
- I brought him my invoice. He NOW tells me "Oh I wish you'd brought me this sooner, I don't remember when you're in!" THIS is the same thing he DIDN'T want to look at last week. At least NOW I have a clue where to put this thing - he DOES have an inbox. AND he's said on the last day I work in a week, to go ahead and put it in on my way out the door. FINALLY.
THEN:
I got home. To find WAY more humans and crap in here than necessary. Specifically, two children, one screaming infant, and teh Unit. She was bitching about "Did you call me?" and "I'm switching to Comcast!" over the screams of the baby. I ended up with a screaming baby in MY lap, and two children who ACTUALLY had the nerve to tell me to get them their dinner. I've noticed that in my family, the children get what they want, and screw anyone else. They both wants pils of mashed potatoes. (Teh Unit picked up KFC) but teh Unit said "Auntie has to have some first." They both looked at me and I said "I'm not hungry right now." The clamoring began again. I realized RIGHT THERE that I wasn't having any mashed potatoes. Typical. AND the KEY reason I'm not having kids - I like having MY money for MY toys and MY food and keeping what I buy for MYSELF. Selfish, childish, I know. But at LEAST I know, and I'm not going to HAVE a kid and figure it out then (*cough* my sister *cough cough*)
DO you believe she had the nerve to ask me if I was going out????She's freaking out about her new car and where to park it. I have some suggestions - none of which can be said around children.
I was so stressed from work, and the drive home almost killed me, literally, since the lady in the breakdown lane in the minivan decided I wasn't going NEARLY as fast as I was and pulled out so I had to SLAM on my brakes. I have NOT been able to relax, and want to leave earlish so I can sit in the car and chill out. And if I have to kill someone on the way, I'll be happy to!
*DEEP BREATH*
OK, off to get dressed, I swear My mood HAS to get better, it can't get any worse.
edit - why yes, yes it can. I probably would have stayed home tonight, but I'm going to be awake, I may as well go out now. *fume*
The effing boss, who SWORE he would NOT be available this week - is IN HIS OFFICE. I am at this point, 3 hours later than my schedule says so. Meep. He left me pretty much alone, I had plenty of work to do. But he's a complete asshat. See he likes to do things on his schedule. But wants other stuff done also on his schedule. Sometimes these two versions of "his schedule" clash in violent ways. Like when I wanted to enter invoices. I couldn't since he had to roll forward a date. I asked, he said he hadn't, I moved on. He never TOLD me I when I could enter invoices, so now they're undone, and I BETCHA he asks "Did you enter invoices?" KNOWING full well that I'd asked and been told NOT to.
He also -
- told me to do bank recs. THEN expressly told me I couldn't til we "review my work so far." WHEN this is going to happen, I have NO Effing clue.
- Told me to print trial balances, did NOT tell me to print them out by month. Tells me "looking at the cash account is silly" when I'm WORKING ON the cash account. And finding errors. Also wants me to work BACKWARDS. Which makes no real sense.
- I brought him my invoice. He NOW tells me "Oh I wish you'd brought me this sooner, I don't remember when you're in!" THIS is the same thing he DIDN'T want to look at last week. At least NOW I have a clue where to put this thing - he DOES have an inbox. AND he's said on the last day I work in a week, to go ahead and put it in on my way out the door. FINALLY.
THEN:
I got home. To find WAY more humans and crap in here than necessary. Specifically, two children, one screaming infant, and teh Unit. She was bitching about "Did you call me?" and "I'm switching to Comcast!" over the screams of the baby. I ended up with a screaming baby in MY lap, and two children who ACTUALLY had the nerve to tell me to get them their dinner. I've noticed that in my family, the children get what they want, and screw anyone else. They both wants pils of mashed potatoes. (Teh Unit picked up KFC) but teh Unit said "Auntie has to have some first." They both looked at me and I said "I'm not hungry right now." The clamoring began again. I realized RIGHT THERE that I wasn't having any mashed potatoes. Typical. AND the KEY reason I'm not having kids - I like having MY money for MY toys and MY food and keeping what I buy for MYSELF. Selfish, childish, I know. But at LEAST I know, and I'm not going to HAVE a kid and figure it out then (*cough* my sister *cough cough*)
DO you believe she had the nerve to ask me if I was going out????She's freaking out about her new car and where to park it. I have some suggestions - none of which can be said around children.
I was so stressed from work, and the drive home almost killed me, literally, since the lady in the breakdown lane in the minivan decided I wasn't going NEARLY as fast as I was and pulled out so I had to SLAM on my brakes. I have NOT been able to relax, and want to leave earlish so I can sit in the car and chill out. And if I have to kill someone on the way, I'll be happy to!
*DEEP BREATH*
OK, off to get dressed, I swear My mood HAS to get better, it can't get any worse.
edit - why yes, yes it can. I probably would have stayed home tonight, but I'm going to be awake, I may as well go out now. *fume*
