annie finally explodes
ALL RIGHT. THAT'S IT. I'VE HAD IT.
I spent all fucking weekend with one of the worst migraine headaches I've ever had, all because of the goddamn drilling they did on Friday. Seriously. One of the worst migraines ever. And now, I come back to work, finally feeling better, and what do I get? EVEN MORE FUCKING DRILLING. And it is MONDAY MORNING, when I'm assaulted by phone calls and I can't even concentrate on my work or DO half of my work (like calling clients to get updated information) because they are THAT FUCKING LOUD.
So, that's it. I've had it. I am going next door, and I am going to extend my hand to the foreman with a smile and then say, "Hi, I'm anniesj, and I'm the one who's gone home with a headache almost every day for the last, oh, what is it now, SEVEN MONTHS, because of you. You see that wall right there? The one you're drilling into? Yeah, that's where my desk is. That's where I get to sit, every day, and listen to you people drill and saw and hammer.
"Oh yes, my friend, I hear everything. I hear it when your workers swear into their cell phones. I hear it when that one construction worker you have burps so loud that it echoes. And oh, believe me, I hear it whenever one of you bitches because someone fucked something up, because that's how I know that because of your incompetence, I'm going to go home with a screaming headache.
"So listen up, buddy, because I'm going to tell you something: I don't care if you're on a deadline. We've called over to you people at least a dozen times and asked you, very politely, I might add, to schedule your noisy work around our business hours. And now I'm here to tell you, without the niceties, that every time you people make a horrible noise that disrupts my work, I am going to kick the fuck out of my wall so that you know it. And if you're not scared of me just because I look like some scrawny little white chick you can just ignore, let me tell you something: this scrawny little white chick has an FBI file. I'll let you guess why. Have a fabulous day, buttweasels."
Of course, I'm not going to end up saying any of this. I'll end up sitting here at my desk all day, trying to work through what sounds like a steel Armageddon (are they building an army of Cybermen over there? I would not put it past them), while sekkritly hating them all and wishing their heads would explode.
But I am gonna start kicking the wall every time they annoy me. SO THERE.
note to self: annie, you are such a pussy.
I spent all fucking weekend with one of the worst migraine headaches I've ever had, all because of the goddamn drilling they did on Friday. Seriously. One of the worst migraines ever. And now, I come back to work, finally feeling better, and what do I get? EVEN MORE FUCKING DRILLING. And it is MONDAY MORNING, when I'm assaulted by phone calls and I can't even concentrate on my work or DO half of my work (like calling clients to get updated information) because they are THAT FUCKING LOUD.
So, that's it. I've had it. I am going next door, and I am going to extend my hand to the foreman with a smile and then say, "Hi, I'm anniesj, and I'm the one who's gone home with a headache almost every day for the last, oh, what is it now, SEVEN MONTHS, because of you. You see that wall right there? The one you're drilling into? Yeah, that's where my desk is. That's where I get to sit, every day, and listen to you people drill and saw and hammer.
"Oh yes, my friend, I hear everything. I hear it when your workers swear into their cell phones. I hear it when that one construction worker you have burps so loud that it echoes. And oh, believe me, I hear it whenever one of you bitches because someone fucked something up, because that's how I know that because of your incompetence, I'm going to go home with a screaming headache.
"So listen up, buddy, because I'm going to tell you something: I don't care if you're on a deadline. We've called over to you people at least a dozen times and asked you, very politely, I might add, to schedule your noisy work around our business hours. And now I'm here to tell you, without the niceties, that every time you people make a horrible noise that disrupts my work, I am going to kick the fuck out of my wall so that you know it. And if you're not scared of me just because I look like some scrawny little white chick you can just ignore, let me tell you something: this scrawny little white chick has an FBI file. I'll let you guess why. Have a fabulous day, buttweasels."
Of course, I'm not going to end up saying any of this. I'll end up sitting here at my desk all day, trying to work through what sounds like a steel Armageddon (are they building an army of Cybermen over there? I would not put it past them), while sekkritly hating them all and wishing their heads would explode.
But I am gonna start kicking the wall every time they annoy me. SO THERE.
note to self: annie, you are such a pussy.