Jul 17, 2006 11:53
this is an absolutely horrible, horrible day.
mom and i got in this huge fight last night and i cant even begin to put down what it was about. it was about everything. like literally.... i dont know, just everything. i went to bed at 1 after we were fighting and got up at 5:30 and was at work by 8:30 b/c i had to be.... to find out that the people who wanted me here early weren't even here yet .
so then i sat here for an hour and got more upset just thinking about my fight. then i found an email my dad had written to me at work while mom and i were fighting. my response to him just made me even more upset and of course im sitting here crying while people are coming into work. makes for a real fun morning.
then i go across to the building next door to drop off and pick up some hot stuff that of course always had a deadline of "yesterday", and the ass fuck print producer says to me, "wait. i have all this crap for you.......and just so you know, if we have a day today like we did on friday, i'm going to quit" ....like i can fucking do anything about the shitty day we had on friday. i didnt even know what to say to him! i just stood there like an idiot staring and blinking at him. i was so upset when i walked away i almost burst into tears again. then i come back over here and have to freaking run around getting stuff ready for the Goody's pitch today and get stuff for their meetings. when I just went back over to give Ken more stuff, tho not for what we were working on earlier, and I'm explaining what the status is of the other projects, he's like "good, Julie's not here this week b/c if she was, I would have to kill her"
again....what am I supposed to do with this information? I like Julie, I dont want to know what his feelings are. I dont like Ken and he treats people like they are morons. Everyone is under a time crunch, he's not the only one who is stressed. I can't do my job any faster when other people dont have the work done themselves. why does he tell me this shit? I want to punch him in the face.
no what i want to do is break down in front of him and all the other print producers... then perhaps he would take a hint.
wednesday my father and I are supposed to "talk" about everything. everything that mom and i were fighting about. who the fuck knows how that's going to help, but we'll see. Until then I'll just worry myself sick over everything and probably do something to piss her off even more. Great.