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I'm officially insane. Wait no- We already knew that. Today was a mess. I knew when I woke up that I just wasn't going to stop all day. And I did not.
Apparently noone is "delegating" to my "assistant" Chantal. They're "delagating" to "me". Woohoo. Lmao. I just see Step and I seeing the quotations on the "me" and looking at each other and thinking of Joey and going "I'm sooorry". I got so mad at her today. I blocked her from MSN again. Bitch. And then I forgave her but accidentally forgot to unblock. Oh well. Anyway.
The point is, I have so much work that I want to rip my hair out. I do everything in this freaking company. EVERYTHING. Everything is going to me. And when Joan is having a little menopausal spaz, guess who gets the shit for it. Me. Its ME. For the past week, I have wanted to SHOOT her. The fax today decided to die. Guess what people? We're a recruitment agency, we SORT OF need our fax KIND OF. So Joan spent the entire afternoon on the phone yelling and I spent the entire afternoon on the other phone yelling. Good, good. THAT wasn't a waste of my time. And in the end, NO NO, why would it be our problem? The phone company just disconnected a few lines until 12pm tomorrow. GOOD, GOOD. And I found this out at 5:10 pm today. So I called Joan and she's all "Aw, you know, sometimes I kind of want to shoot you but right now, you are THE best, girl, EVER." Yeah, I know. If only they'd realise that I run their company more often.
We went to "LeWokEtCafe today" LMAO what a big freaking mistake. It was the funniest and most disturbing Thursday/Wednesday lunch EVER. We'd never been there before. So Chantal is fitting in well. She's a little loud but I really like her, she's growing on me. Her, Step and I all got lost because apparently left is not right when you turn on Henri Bourassa. Oops. And then we were all "Where's the corner of Millen WHERE did Millen go?!" and then we saw it. This dumpy disgusting little place. We DIED laughing. DIED. And then we just wouldn't go in because it looked scary. And then we saw Normand pull up with Patty and their faces were priceless. Oh it was terrible. And the waiter was all yucky looking. His tooth was kind of.. Not there. Did I mention it was a Chinese place? It's like Import Coord central. And not like Nelson Yee. Like HongLin Li. That means the dirty non english speaking ones.
Anyway. Oi. I'm tired. I don't know what I'm wearing tomorrow.
Apparently noone is "delegating" to my "assistant" Chantal. They're "delagating" to "me". Woohoo. Lmao. I just see Step and I seeing the quotations on the "me" and looking at each other and thinking of Joey and going "I'm sooorry". I got so mad at her today. I blocked her from MSN again. Bitch. And then I forgave her but accidentally forgot to unblock. Oh well. Anyway.
The point is, I have so much work that I want to rip my hair out. I do everything in this freaking company. EVERYTHING. Everything is going to me. And when Joan is having a little menopausal spaz, guess who gets the shit for it. Me. Its ME. For the past week, I have wanted to SHOOT her. The fax today decided to die. Guess what people? We're a recruitment agency, we SORT OF need our fax KIND OF. So Joan spent the entire afternoon on the phone yelling and I spent the entire afternoon on the other phone yelling. Good, good. THAT wasn't a waste of my time. And in the end, NO NO, why would it be our problem? The phone company just disconnected a few lines until 12pm tomorrow. GOOD, GOOD. And I found this out at 5:10 pm today. So I called Joan and she's all "Aw, you know, sometimes I kind of want to shoot you but right now, you are THE best, girl, EVER." Yeah, I know. If only they'd realise that I run their company more often.
We went to "LeWokEtCafe today" LMAO what a big freaking mistake. It was the funniest and most disturbing Thursday/Wednesday lunch EVER. We'd never been there before. So Chantal is fitting in well. She's a little loud but I really like her, she's growing on me. Her, Step and I all got lost because apparently left is not right when you turn on Henri Bourassa. Oops. And then we were all "Where's the corner of Millen WHERE did Millen go?!" and then we saw it. This dumpy disgusting little place. We DIED laughing. DIED. And then we just wouldn't go in because it looked scary. And then we saw Normand pull up with Patty and their faces were priceless. Oh it was terrible. And the waiter was all yucky looking. His tooth was kind of.. Not there. Did I mention it was a Chinese place? It's like Import Coord central. And not like Nelson Yee. Like HongLin Li. That means the dirty non english speaking ones.
Anyway. Oi. I'm tired. I don't know what I'm wearing tomorrow.