Good Stuff + Aggro = my life lately
So, finally caught up with the recruiter at Deloitte. Have an interview on Wednesday at 9AM. Go me!
Thursday evening, Sylvie gave me some Big News. Black Cloud's last day is next Friday. Why the FUCK couldn't I have tried to hang on for just a couple months longer?! One of the largest sources of my misery in my last position is LEAVING, FINALLY, and I am now stuck in a job that I swear to god is making me shed brain cells and IQ points with alarming ferocity.
Currently, I am trying to make arrangements to meet up with Heidi and Ray. Per usual, it is a PAINSTAKING PROCESS. Honestly, making dinner plans is not like orchestrating some kind of military maneuver - IT SHOULDN'T TAKE THIS LONG. Just a nice, simple, "Hey, let's go for drinks!" "Sure, where at/what time?" "BP's at 7?" "Great, see you there!" is all that's required!!!!!
Instead, I get "Heidi's been trying to call you..." Okay, well, Heidi has my house number and it hasn't rung all day. Calling my cell phone once (it was upstairs so I didn't hear it) doesn't count as trying to call me. Whatevs. I initiate a conversation about dinner plans. Ray asks me what I'm in the mood for. I know where this is going......... I will have to PLAN EVERYTHING. AGAIN. I hate being the event planner. Once in a while is great. Why do they rely on me so much??!! I get so frustrated with this BS.
So anyway, I tell him I've been craving pizza lately like no one's business, and after going back and forth on this for a bit, I suggest BP's. Then Ray asks who makes the best pizza in London. I IMMEDIATELY say Tony's Panzerotti because, um, DUH. It's amazing. After that he says, "So how about Kool's?"
*facepalm*
Do these people EVER step out of their comfort zone?!?!?!?!?!
They are my friends. I should be nicer. But sometimes I get so bloody frustrated with them. :( I'm such a horrid person at times. :(
Ah.... Heidi has now had an original thought and suggested Vietnamese. Oh wait, she's just talked to Ray who mentioned my pizza idea and his Joe Kool's suggestion.
I rest my fucking case. Good night.
ETA: I should add that my frustration is fueled by the fact that I need to shower before leaving and they STILL haven't figured out a time or place... and I am now getting hungry from thinking about food. ARGH.
ETA 2: OKAY. NOW THIS IS GETTING ASININE. IF THERE IS SOMEWHERE YOU WANT TO GO, JUST FUCKING SAY IT.
Ray: So it's down to pizza or vietnamese...
Me: pizza has my vote
Ray: My suggestion would be Joe Kools or BPs since you can have your pizza and there's plenty of variety.
Me: okay... how about BP's?
Ray: Is there somewhere more central?
Me: Joe Kools, I guess?
Gee guys. I get the impression they want to go to Joe Kools.
Thursday evening, Sylvie gave me some Big News. Black Cloud's last day is next Friday. Why the FUCK couldn't I have tried to hang on for just a couple months longer?! One of the largest sources of my misery in my last position is LEAVING, FINALLY, and I am now stuck in a job that I swear to god is making me shed brain cells and IQ points with alarming ferocity.
Currently, I am trying to make arrangements to meet up with Heidi and Ray. Per usual, it is a PAINSTAKING PROCESS. Honestly, making dinner plans is not like orchestrating some kind of military maneuver - IT SHOULDN'T TAKE THIS LONG. Just a nice, simple, "Hey, let's go for drinks!" "Sure, where at/what time?" "BP's at 7?" "Great, see you there!" is all that's required!!!!!
Instead, I get "Heidi's been trying to call you..." Okay, well, Heidi has my house number and it hasn't rung all day. Calling my cell phone once (it was upstairs so I didn't hear it) doesn't count as trying to call me. Whatevs. I initiate a conversation about dinner plans. Ray asks me what I'm in the mood for. I know where this is going......... I will have to PLAN EVERYTHING. AGAIN. I hate being the event planner. Once in a while is great. Why do they rely on me so much??!! I get so frustrated with this BS.
So anyway, I tell him I've been craving pizza lately like no one's business, and after going back and forth on this for a bit, I suggest BP's. Then Ray asks who makes the best pizza in London. I IMMEDIATELY say Tony's Panzerotti because, um, DUH. It's amazing. After that he says, "So how about Kool's?"
*facepalm*
Do these people EVER step out of their comfort zone?!?!?!?!?!
They are my friends. I should be nicer. But sometimes I get so bloody frustrated with them. :( I'm such a horrid person at times. :(
Ah.... Heidi has now had an original thought and suggested Vietnamese. Oh wait, she's just talked to Ray who mentioned my pizza idea and his Joe Kool's suggestion.
I rest my fucking case. Good night.
ETA: I should add that my frustration is fueled by the fact that I need to shower before leaving and they STILL haven't figured out a time or place... and I am now getting hungry from thinking about food. ARGH.
ETA 2: OKAY. NOW THIS IS GETTING ASININE. IF THERE IS SOMEWHERE YOU WANT TO GO, JUST FUCKING SAY IT.
Ray: So it's down to pizza or vietnamese...
Me: pizza has my vote
Ray: My suggestion would be Joe Kools or BPs since you can have your pizza and there's plenty of variety.
Me: okay... how about BP's?
Ray: Is there somewhere more central?
Me: Joe Kools, I guess?
Gee guys. I get the impression they want to go to Joe Kools.