Just Venting
Today was a let's dump it on Jen day as far as work is concerned. We have a potential client coming into the office and everyone was running around like a bunch of monkeys with their heads cut off (I like saying monkeys better than chickens). I'm just mad.
I was at work from 7:45am yesterday until 12:30am tonight. I went in early to help my boss work on what she was going to talk about for 5 whole minutes. We worked on it for over an hour and a half. So, she still didn't have it done when I talked to her at 11pm... granted she was stuck in meetings with her boss today... Funny though that everyone who's presenting for 5 MINUTES has to have time to rehearse tomorrow, which means I have to find a way to clone myself tomorrow morning in order to have everything done before the clients actually come in. Monkeys! Fruitcake monkeys!
I came home to a package on my doorstep. My dad sent me a calendar and note telling me to mark down the day I wanted to quit my job. He knows I hate it. Yeah, I really do hate it but it's mainly b/c... well... no, I hate it. I've been debating (even before he sent me the calendar) just on when to quit, hoping I could leave them a little prepared. I see now that's never going to happen. Everything is last minute with my boss and everything is priority, which means I can get anything done. Anyway, that's my venting.
I was at work from 7:45am yesterday until 12:30am tonight. I went in early to help my boss work on what she was going to talk about for 5 whole minutes. We worked on it for over an hour and a half. So, she still didn't have it done when I talked to her at 11pm... granted she was stuck in meetings with her boss today... Funny though that everyone who's presenting for 5 MINUTES has to have time to rehearse tomorrow, which means I have to find a way to clone myself tomorrow morning in order to have everything done before the clients actually come in. Monkeys! Fruitcake monkeys!
I came home to a package on my doorstep. My dad sent me a calendar and note telling me to mark down the day I wanted to quit my job. He knows I hate it. Yeah, I really do hate it but it's mainly b/c... well... no, I hate it. I've been debating (even before he sent me the calendar) just on when to quit, hoping I could leave them a little prepared. I see now that's never going to happen. Everything is last minute with my boss and everything is priority, which means I can get anything done. Anyway, that's my venting.