You Should Have Bought A Squirrel
Yesterday was just another one of those days where I could not get home to save my life. Traffic on the Stevenson was a nightmare; and of course, it was the day Jennifer asks me to drive. Then, the El was traveling at about an inch an hour because there was some kind of fire on the tracks between Sedgwick and Armitage and all the rush hour trains, north and southbound had to pass over the same track to get by. Ugh!
The true annoyance came in the car ride when Jennifer got a call from someone on the marketing team looking for these files she had forgotten to send. She is going on vacation just by chance starting today and it had slipped her mind to send the file before we left. Two minutes after the marketing whale had called, Jennifer’s boss; the mighty Freudian case study with the big pickup truck that he parks halfway up snow mounds and that doesn’t use his hands at the urinal when he pisses calls up and starts taking her up and down this huge guilt roller coaster. First suggesting she should turn around and go back to the office, then turning around and saying "well, it’s your choice what you think you need to do"....
What the fuck is this? High school? So, basically her manager and his amazing small, almost microscopic genitals proceeded to badger her on the phone for ten minutes to the point she was almost in tears. All the while, the files they needed could have been gotten from the person that sent them to Jennifer in literally two minutes. It would have just been a matter of asking them this morning, since I seriously doubt at 5:45 last night they would have been any use to anyone.
I was so angry just listening to the conversation I was ready to burst into raging tears. Not because I felt weak and sad, but because the monster inside me was so enraged he was rattling the very bars of the inner sanctum I have him contained in. I wanted to just grab the phone out of her hand at tell that motherfucker to piss the fuck off and leave her the fuck alone till she got back from vacation.
She made a mistake, and she admitted it and was willing to do what needed to be done to fix it after apologizing; but it turned into this huge guilt session. It was personally offensive to sit there and hear the whole thing. There is no reason, especially in a supposed business environment, that a person should be put through that kind of bullshit. Absolutely none. Certainly not an adult. It was completely counterproductive for starters. Degrading.
It angered me so because it is the exact shit that Dearest pulls with me; calling me up after hours and on vacation days simply for the sake of pissing me off. No, that is not some hair-brained theory because when he calls me, he asks me things he already knows the answer to. And, it can be guaranteed if he calls me the next three and a half days he’ll be lucky to get a call back within 48 hours.
Fucking corporations do not own me and I cannot stand when I see them trying to own other people. Work to live, not live to work. Complete and utter bullshit. In fact, when she was hanging up on her pock-marked, greaseball boss I made sure to say before she hit the end button ’what a fucking asshole’... and I certainly hope he heard me.
Absolute, utter fucking bullshit.
She called me up like twenty minutes ago to say that she ended up talking to him again when she got home and spent her entire evening crying her eyes out. I can totally understand too; tears of complete frustration because it feels like there is no way out. I know it all too well.
I got here by 7 this morning. The walk from the station was actually really nice because the temp was perfect. Not to say I still wasn’t sweating my balls off, but it was nice regardless. The flowers for some reason smell extra nice this spring. Maybe it’s just been that long since I’ve noticed them.
I’ve gotten 3/4 of my tasks done and I know 11:30 is going to come along fast. I am actually up in the air about plans tonight. Maybe drinking wouldn’t be the best thing to do. If the temp tomorrow is going to be nice I might hit the lakefront really early. I’ve been debating picking up some Faulkner and Hemingway; and I really started getting into ’Walden’ again yesterday. Plus, for some odd reason I picked up a bag of nuts at Jewel thinking I could sit in the park and feed squirrels. I totally get off on doing that; feeding birds and squirrels. It brings me this goofy peace.
In a random, lame but exciting note, I totally didn’t realize ’Chasing Liberty’ is out on DVD this coming Tuesday. IMDB.com finally had a good listing of the songs on it’s nonexistent soundtrack and I am all about this song called ’Stay Away’ by Rooney.... it’s so teeny-bopper love. In fact, my MP3 player is not unlike a Freddie Prinze Jr. movie soundtrack today. And, know what? That’s ok cause I have been too fucking down in the dumps.
I better get back to what’s left of my work. If I can get it done by 9:30 I can breeze through till the end of the morning.
The true annoyance came in the car ride when Jennifer got a call from someone on the marketing team looking for these files she had forgotten to send. She is going on vacation just by chance starting today and it had slipped her mind to send the file before we left. Two minutes after the marketing whale had called, Jennifer’s boss; the mighty Freudian case study with the big pickup truck that he parks halfway up snow mounds and that doesn’t use his hands at the urinal when he pisses calls up and starts taking her up and down this huge guilt roller coaster. First suggesting she should turn around and go back to the office, then turning around and saying "well, it’s your choice what you think you need to do"....
What the fuck is this? High school? So, basically her manager and his amazing small, almost microscopic genitals proceeded to badger her on the phone for ten minutes to the point she was almost in tears. All the while, the files they needed could have been gotten from the person that sent them to Jennifer in literally two minutes. It would have just been a matter of asking them this morning, since I seriously doubt at 5:45 last night they would have been any use to anyone.
I was so angry just listening to the conversation I was ready to burst into raging tears. Not because I felt weak and sad, but because the monster inside me was so enraged he was rattling the very bars of the inner sanctum I have him contained in. I wanted to just grab the phone out of her hand at tell that motherfucker to piss the fuck off and leave her the fuck alone till she got back from vacation.
She made a mistake, and she admitted it and was willing to do what needed to be done to fix it after apologizing; but it turned into this huge guilt session. It was personally offensive to sit there and hear the whole thing. There is no reason, especially in a supposed business environment, that a person should be put through that kind of bullshit. Absolutely none. Certainly not an adult. It was completely counterproductive for starters. Degrading.
It angered me so because it is the exact shit that Dearest pulls with me; calling me up after hours and on vacation days simply for the sake of pissing me off. No, that is not some hair-brained theory because when he calls me, he asks me things he already knows the answer to. And, it can be guaranteed if he calls me the next three and a half days he’ll be lucky to get a call back within 48 hours.
Fucking corporations do not own me and I cannot stand when I see them trying to own other people. Work to live, not live to work. Complete and utter bullshit. In fact, when she was hanging up on her pock-marked, greaseball boss I made sure to say before she hit the end button ’what a fucking asshole’... and I certainly hope he heard me.
Absolute, utter fucking bullshit.
She called me up like twenty minutes ago to say that she ended up talking to him again when she got home and spent her entire evening crying her eyes out. I can totally understand too; tears of complete frustration because it feels like there is no way out. I know it all too well.
I got here by 7 this morning. The walk from the station was actually really nice because the temp was perfect. Not to say I still wasn’t sweating my balls off, but it was nice regardless. The flowers for some reason smell extra nice this spring. Maybe it’s just been that long since I’ve noticed them.
I’ve gotten 3/4 of my tasks done and I know 11:30 is going to come along fast. I am actually up in the air about plans tonight. Maybe drinking wouldn’t be the best thing to do. If the temp tomorrow is going to be nice I might hit the lakefront really early. I’ve been debating picking up some Faulkner and Hemingway; and I really started getting into ’Walden’ again yesterday. Plus, for some odd reason I picked up a bag of nuts at Jewel thinking I could sit in the park and feed squirrels. I totally get off on doing that; feeding birds and squirrels. It brings me this goofy peace.
In a random, lame but exciting note, I totally didn’t realize ’Chasing Liberty’ is out on DVD this coming Tuesday. IMDB.com finally had a good listing of the songs on it’s nonexistent soundtrack and I am all about this song called ’Stay Away’ by Rooney.... it’s so teeny-bopper love. In fact, my MP3 player is not unlike a Freddie Prinze Jr. movie soundtrack today. And, know what? That’s ok cause I have been too fucking down in the dumps.
I better get back to what’s left of my work. If I can get it done by 9:30 I can breeze through till the end of the morning.