I had the most hideous day at work yesterday.

First off I got there and Kelly wasn't there, so I had to run the phones, which would have been fine, except for the fact that the phones weren't ringing.

You'd think that would be a good thing, but what I meant was that the phones weren't ringing out loud. So I had to just stare at the console for hours and hours so that I could see whether it was ringing or not.
What an enormous pain in my ass.

Then, then, since that was clearly not enough, I had a linen company up my ass all day trying to get a check. Now, I talked to them last week and told them that I didn't have a single unpaid invoice on them, so they would have to send me copies and I'd issue them a check. Instead, Monday they sent somebody over to pick up a goddamn check without giving me any invoices! Kelly dealt with them and I was on the phone with her refusing to go out front and yell at them myself. So they went away.

And yesterday they came back.

They came back and asked for "Kymm", because "Kymm" said that there would be a check ready for them (big fucking lie). I told them that "Kymm" wasn't there, which was moronic, because I had to deal with it anyway, and I had to tell them that my name was Karen! And I'm yelling at this guy on the phone (and I hate confrontation more than anything else--I'll go to great lengths to avoid a fight) telling him that if he's going to send somebody over to pick up a check he should put the goddamn invoices in the guy's hands and we'd cut him a check on Friday! So he said he'd fax them over, and the messenger went away, and hours later the invoices hadn't arrived and he called again and said that he was going to send somebody over with invoices tomorrow and to pick up a check.
And I'm shouting:

"No! No! You can have a check on Friday, not tomorrow, we can't cut a check on payroll day! Which part of that do you not understand?!"

And I know that he will come tomorrow and say that "Karen" said that they could have a check right away.

And I'm going to have to fucking be Karen, for Chrissakes...

And I'm just hating my job.

I mean, there are alot of plusses, there really are:

I get to wear casual clothing and a casual attitude and I can wander in whenever I like and I sit by a big window and work with nice people and the job itself isn't so bad...Jeez, this is sounding pretty good, isn't it?

Well, it's not. I'm so damn sick of dealing with these horrible people wanting money and telling lies on the phone about whether people are in or not and I hate hate hate it there! I want out.

Awhile back, John was thinking of applying for a job where a mutual friend works, and it just sounded like the greatest place. It's a photo studio--not a lab, but a place where photographers come to shoot, and apparently the pay and benefits are swell. So I rang John tonight and asked if he would mind if I asked Teresa if I could apply there, since he let it go, but it was his idea first so I don't want to step on his toes. I'd rather not screw over one of my best friends.

But boy o boy I'd sure like to work there...

Alright, people. Pay attention.

Ahem.

When you get on an escalator you stand on the right and walk on the left. Got it? And if you cannot remember which is the walking side and which is the standing side, then you look at the two lines of people, one line standing and one line walking, then you do not stand in the walking line!

Sorry, sorry, I'm just really sick of that.

You know what I'd like? Some Rocky Road ice cream. Why is it no longer possible to find Rocky Road ice cream anywhere?
My life is a hideous morass.

One year ago today:
Well, you know what they say about lousy dress rehearsals...

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