Monday, April 04, 2005

Check Please

I am so fucking done. *sigh* Where to begin.... Let's see, Thursday morning turned out to be the worst morning I've had in a long fucking time. Epic proportions of suckage. I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep. I proceeded to sit on my couch and watch some stuff we'd tivo'd and wondered why I was having a hard time breathing, and why my chest was tight and why there was so much fucking adrenaline running through me. (uh... anxiety anyone?) I was also very teary and my mind was racing... but I was keeping it at bay somewhat.

I went into work, and that stupid fucker started in on me not even 10 minutes after I'd been there. I should preface this by saying we had gotten into it the day before when I'd forgotten to take care of something before the delivery guy came for a pick up. However, seeing as how we are a literal minute and half drive away from the drop off depot, I went back and proceeded to take care of the paperwork end of it about an hour before my shift was over. Plenty of time to take it and drop it off so that nothing would be late blah blah fucking blah. He says to me in his usual tone "so what are your plans to make sure that gets off in time?" I ignored him for a moment while thinking of a response as my kneejerk response is to say "uh, I plan to shove it up your ass you slimy piece shit." but no, I can't say that.

Gotta maintain some sort of cordial atmosphere, so I simply said "excuse me?" And he got indignant a bit and said "well YOU forgot to take care of it, and my customer needs it TOMORROW. What are YOU going to do to ENSURE that it gets there on TIME?" I stopped what I was doing, sighed heavily and said "what does it look like I'm doing? Obviously I'm getting it ready to go out, and quite frankly, this is EXACTLY the reason you should know how to do this sort of thing, because if I had to leave for some reason or another or whatever, you SHOULD KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN STUFF."

He shook his head and laughed (he laughs as if you are being ridiculous) and said "Allison, this is something I am quite sure you can take care of amply." I wanted to punch him in his fucking face. I replied "YESSSS. I realize that, but if for some reason I cannot, you need to be a bit more self sufficient... Do you realize K. and J. take care of their own shipping? I'm not saying you need to do it all yourself, but if I wasn't here, you would have to depend on them because you are too LAZY to do it yourself." He laughed and started in again and I said "DROP IT." and walked away. He laughed all the way back to his office.

I might note that another coworker was in the office at the time and agreed that he needs to know how to do this stuff. Anyway, I took it, it was shipped... no big fucking deal.

The next morning he felt the need to say "Make sure you get the mail off on time today." The mail had nothing to do with the day before, and really; he is not my manager, has no say over me... and I don't need to be fucking reminded at 8:10 in the fucking morning to get the goddamn mail out on time.

So I paused before replying, (not even looking up from my monitor) and said "I do not need to be reminded how to do my job, thank you." and was calm and quiet about it. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity, and finally said "Allison, we're gonna have a problem." By this time the adrenaline was kicking forth like nobody's business and it was like a volcano. I turned to him, and said "oh, REALLY?" He claimed that he was chewed out for not reminding me to do the shipping the day before, and blah blah blah. I said "chewed out? CHEWED OUT? All I said was you need to be more self sufficient, which I think 90% OF everyone you interact with would agree." He denied that I said that and continued on with my attitude and blah blah. Finally after much screaming, I said "SHUT UP, AND GET AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOW." He laughed and walked away shaking his head. I was so mad I thought I was going to completely freak out and lose it. By the time my coworker K. got into the office I was bawling.

Not just from That stupid fucker bothering me, but from the stress of the week, and the grief over grandma... everything. I had a dr. appt that morning, and she ended up sending me home rather than going back to work, as my blood pressure was higher than she'd like to see. I go back tomorrow for her to check it. I have so had it with his ass... the whole laughing in my face thing had better stop... luckily he's out of town this week at a convention, and won't return until next week. The day after my birthday. (I turn 28 next monday, woo.)

I told K. this morning as we did the celebratory 'ding dong the dick is gone' dance "want to know what the best part of him being gone this week is?" He said "what" and I answered "I don't have to buy the fucker a birthday cake!" His birthday is Thursday I believe, and we always buy a cake when it's someone's birthday. Not only am I not going to get his ass a cake, I'm not bothering w/ the obligatory card either. Please everyone in this office is hoping he'll go fuck himself somewhere other than our office, I'm sure they are going to be heartbroken at missing his birthday.

Bastard.

Oh yeah, our offer was rejected and then used to weasel another couple grand out of another offer the fuckers received around the same time. Niiiice.

My car also decided that it wasn't getting enough attention this week and proceeded to cost over 300 bucks in PARTS and still isn't done, as it's just not parts... it's rebuilding certain parts. Fuck man. So Aaron and I are one car household right now, which sort of sucks but we're dealing with it.

The funeral was on Saturday, it was lovely, there was quite a few people who turned out for it, which was nice to see. I was a mess. Literally... was fine until we pulled in the driveway of the funeral home and I lost it. We then went to the wake, and then met up w/ the rest of the family at Grandma's house for one last big dinner there.

Sunday was spent in a fog for the most part, I was emotionally and physically EXHAUSTED. Aaron and my uncle Gary worked on my car for quite a while, and I made a shitload of cookies, we dropped some off at the guy's house whose shop aaron and uncle gary worked at. The guy also gave us an excellent deal on a part, so I wanted to show my appreciation. Then we dropped some off at Uncle Gary's house and then we went to Walmart for an exercise in extreme tolerance.

I swear to God I almost lost it on this anorexic bitch w/ a fake and bake tan (and I'm talking she was george hamilton-esque) blue eyeliner, frosty pink lipstick and a spiral perm. Yes, she was wearing an oversized white sweatshirt w/ tapered acid washed jeans. I swear she was living in 1987. Anyway, she and her bo-hunk idiot husband were blocking two lines (which I had suspected) in order to get the fastest line. Well they shoved their overstuffed cart in front of us when the opportunity arose, and there was a virtual FLOOD of people to rush the line he was in as it had one person left in it... he'd been blocking it for like 15 minutes. (we were in line close to a half hour I think... Walmart is always bad, but last night it was AWFUL.) I wanted to grab a handful of her aqua-netted curls and rip her head back and say "NEXT TIME PICK A FUCKING LINE!" Bitch.

also, it was interesting to see someone who probably hasn't had a meal since her 'look' was 'in' buy so many fucking pop tarts, fruity pebbles, and hostess donuts. Gah. gave me a headache just looking at all that shit.

School also started today. *sigh* joy of joys. Had another anxiety attack in the car this morning... luckily it only lasted about 20 minutes or so. Not all fucking day like last week.

we are also going to look tonight at a few more condos (I am so ready for SOMEONE ANYONE! to fucking accept our offer!) and hopefully something will catch our eye. Tomorrow night we are celebrating my little cousin's 3rd birthday, Wednesday night is Lori's birthday, and we are considering celebrating our birthday's together this weekend. I don't know if I even feel like it anymore.

It's been a long couple of weeks.



Asa and Ben bask in the thin stream of sunlight on our messy ass bed.

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