Is it Friday, yet?
Work makes me want to smoke crack.
Well.... okay, not REALLY. I'm just at that point where my attitude can be summed up as "I really don't care." You're pissed that your bill is so high? I really don't care. You say I'm a bitch because I won't let you write a post-dated check? I really don't care. You say I'm unreasonable because Fred makes his own schedule? I. Really. Don't. Care. I'm GONE in 10 work-days.
Thankfully, I still get to deal with my share of the nice clients.
bleh.
Also, this little gem brings my hope for humanity to an all-time low.
Well.... okay, not REALLY. I'm just at that point where my attitude can be summed up as "I really don't care." You're pissed that your bill is so high? I really don't care. You say I'm a bitch because I won't let you write a post-dated check? I really don't care. You say I'm unreasonable because Fred makes his own schedule? I. Really. Don't. Care. I'm GONE in 10 work-days.
Thankfully, I still get to deal with my share of the nice clients.
bleh.
Also, this little gem brings my hope for humanity to an all-time low.