To the last I shall grapple with thee....
On par with Mondays in my recent history, this has been one of the more annoying. I feel like every bitch here is mounting one last offensive against me as I am about to reach the ultimate destination of my last day.
As if there would be any doubt the vindictive and venomous Rozz would be spearheading the attack with numerous requests concerning the DOS program they use. My boss, in desperation, needs me to help him deal with this now because the headache for him later would be greater. So I have to go over into the pits of hell around noon today and deal with that. I also have one of her people, an illiterate dolt from the west coast, stirring up trouble because he is too incompetent to operate the new laptop he received.
I went to the kitchen a short while ago and the three witches of Macbeth were huddled in a corner whispering to themselves about who knows what. I wondered if it had anything to do with the email I sent Jabba this morning asking about the five days vacation time I should have coming to me with my final paychecks. I have no doubt she'll do whatever she can in her power to not pay me that time, legally or illegally. I wonder if she'll even respond to my email at all.
For my last week, it doesn't feel very joyous. I just want to get the fuck out of here. It's been a long, painful death. I am ready for my rebirth. I commented to someone that I was just going to come in later and later as the week progressed until Friday when I'd come in just before I usually go home for the day.
As if there would be any doubt the vindictive and venomous Rozz would be spearheading the attack with numerous requests concerning the DOS program they use. My boss, in desperation, needs me to help him deal with this now because the headache for him later would be greater. So I have to go over into the pits of hell around noon today and deal with that. I also have one of her people, an illiterate dolt from the west coast, stirring up trouble because he is too incompetent to operate the new laptop he received.
I went to the kitchen a short while ago and the three witches of Macbeth were huddled in a corner whispering to themselves about who knows what. I wondered if it had anything to do with the email I sent Jabba this morning asking about the five days vacation time I should have coming to me with my final paychecks. I have no doubt she'll do whatever she can in her power to not pay me that time, legally or illegally. I wonder if she'll even respond to my email at all.
For my last week, it doesn't feel very joyous. I just want to get the fuck out of here. It's been a long, painful death. I am ready for my rebirth. I commented to someone that I was just going to come in later and later as the week progressed until Friday when I'd come in just before I usually go home for the day.