ocg's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prince's cream helps me sleep in the night. Here I am at 11:30 at night sitting and typing, even though I’ve worked two 10.5-hour days in a row and have yet another tomorrow. And knowing. KNOWING that I have to be at work by 7:30. Not AT 7:30, but having gotten my coffee, that I have to make, and sitting and waiting patiently for a fucking sales representative to call BY 7:30. And I am not a morning person, people. No, this 7:30 shit just started about a month ago, because of a fucking sales rep promoted to Field Manager because if he didn’t take the promotion, he would have been canned. So he called on the FIRST day of his promotion, at 8:15, and bitched out THREE coworkers because they had not answered his call at 7:30. DUM DA DA DUM THUMP THUMP Tribal knowledge, are you there? Training? Hunh?? Apparently, the ‘boss lady’ and the ‘boss man’ told these fucks we were in by 7:30. Err, uh, noooooooooo??? See, one of the perks of working in my office is that we work from 8:30 to 5 with an hour lunch- paid for 8, working 7.5. That’s a sweet ass perk if I’ve ever heard one, and part of the reason that I took the job. But, no, this sonofabitch doesn’t like that and wants to throw his [unknown to me] weight around. So I start working 7:30 to 4. Which isn’t so bad: I despise mornings, but get to leave at 4. That’s nice. Well, sort of, other than my boy works graveyard and falls asleep at 11 in the morning, and if I show up at 4:30, he tends to be a lil fussy. But these fine folks have SAHWEET (yeah, overboard on the slang, whatever) box seats at the local arena. And I DO get to see PRINCE tomorrow night, thankyouverymuch, for, what’s that, oregoncoastgirl? For free? Free?!?!? For Reals? Oh, yes, my pretties, for reals. So I end this bitch session on what will soon be ‘the-last-day-of-the-month-hormone-fest-with-twenty-women-many-of-whom-I-cannot-stand-but-I-get-to-see-PRINCE-so-I-should-try-to-make-it-through-right-?-ok-thanks’. Wish me luck. That is all. 11:46 p.m. - 2004-08-31 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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