I fucking hate my job!!

Okay, that's not so, I actually think my job is pretty okay as jobs go, but yesterday I just got a whole lot more of it to do.

You see, between switching to the new accounting system and moving offices, we got dreadfully behind and we lost stuff and screwed up stuff and I just found a big-ass pile of invoices that I had accidentally shoved in a drawer back in February, and basically we are only just catching up.

But yesterday it came down that every single invoice I get in the mail I have to write the date received, the invoice number, and whom I gave it to in a little book so that we can see what is taking so long (like I don't know where that bottle-neck is, and no I'm not telling you).

Not only that, but now I have to, when receiving an invoice with a balance due, instead of flatly ignoring it, as 90% of the time we have already paid it, I have to look it up in the damn system!

I'm not going to have any time to do any of my real work what with all this piddly shit.

I discovered a great trick!

You see, I never answer the phone at work, practically, because I am avoiding calls from incensed vendors regarding unpaid invoices from October or whatever, and the longer you don't answer the phone, the more impossible it becomes to answer the phone, because now they're no longer only angry about the lack of payment, they're pissed about all those unanswered calls!

Anyway, I decided that yesterday would be the day that I would answer all of my damn calls at last, but I was so busy all day (making a fucking list of the new fucking invoices) that I didn't get to it until after hours.

And that's the great trick! If you call people after 7p, they aren't there! It's fabulous!! I may never make a phone call before 5p again!

And then I was going to settle down and enter some invoices, but my mouse suddenly stopped working, so checked the connections and rebooted and nothing seemed to work, so I went to Systems and coerced Boris into coming to my desk and fixing my mouse, and while he was fiddling with it, my keyboard stopped working!

At that point, I decided that I might as well just go home.

I have decided that the worst thing that a guy can say to a girl is
"You're the best!"

Translated, it means "I will never, ever date you!"

And it turns out the guy that sent me the Jersey Shore Mix without an artists list, which included the wonderful song "Piss Up a Rope" by Ween, was in fact, none other than Sean Mare!

Thanks Sean!!

One year ago today:
Rosie, if you're gonna wear spaghetti straps, lift some weights!

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