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today. fucking. sucks. a lot of ass.
so i asked my mom to get me up at 7. she starts off my day by waking me up at 10 after. ten minutes difference, you wouldn't think this would be so bad - but it is, as i hadn't showered in the last 48 hours because of work and being busy etc (it's a liable excuse for my stinkiness, dammit). So i needed a shower. desperately. and had 20 minutes to do this, find breakfast, blowdry the hair, put on the face, find something to wear. i got out of the house at quarter to 8. it takes me at least 20-30 minutes to get to work. fine, i'll be 5 minutes late. whatever. i could've started at 8:30 anyway. But no, i decide to take 184th, the longest road in the world's terrain, cover about 3/4 of it only to find there's a road block. and no detour set up. thank you, construction whores. please, do keep standing there all day getting paid $20 bucks an hour for holding a sign while i go off on my merry gas-wasting way.
so this is when i decide i'll just stay half an hour later, as i had to drive all the way back to 16th just so I could get through to Hwy 15. Of course, there's construction on 16th. and on Hwy 15. and on #10. I'm fucking sick of the colour orange. So, as I had a few minutes to waste, I decided to go to Starbucks. Half way through ordering my drink, the girl interrupts me "Yeah, I can't hear you." I'm like *blinks slowly* okay. you have milk steamers blasting in your ear, I can understand that. But DON'T interrupt me when I'm paying 4 dollars for your store's smallest drink - not when I have construction coming out of my ass, not when I'm late for work, not when I'm having a horrendous hair day, and NOT when you're 15 pounds lighter than me with blonde hair and blue eyes, You frappe-making fuck head.
Finally arriving at work now. I get out of my car and saunter on up to the door. Can't get it open. and my sister isn't there for some reason. So who the hell am I going to call when the phones haven't even been turned on and she isn't picking up her cell? So I have to wait for Tedd. Tedd! I hate Tedd. What's more, I hate being a 19 year old girl in a pink shirt who can't even get a door open, who has to wait for the big manly man to come figure it out for her. Yes, people. feminism. Women's rights, coming from me, the world's girliest girl. That's how pissed off I am today. I'm about 2 fucking seconds away from burning my bra.
So now everything is fantastic and skippy and la di da. except they want me to write news letters announcing the website change and explaining all the advantages of it compared to the old one. uh, hi. I've worked here for a month, never saw the old site, don't know anything about the company. I answer phones for you people, I don't run the fucking company. God, you tell these people you're an english major and they expect you to spill out brilliant chunks of literary work for them.
Here's a flash of news. I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT VIRTUAL TOURS. No professional training. I am the boss's daughter. I am here to respond to your secretarial needs. You people literally brought me here, sat me down at a desk, let me burn a few data cd's, let me make some spreadsheets, and that's about it. Now you want me to make a news letter with a program I don't know how to operate so I can wow the public with how amazing your new site is? Yes well, I am the public; I need a newsletter as much as they do!
Jesus Christ.
so i asked my mom to get me up at 7. she starts off my day by waking me up at 10 after. ten minutes difference, you wouldn't think this would be so bad - but it is, as i hadn't showered in the last 48 hours because of work and being busy etc (it's a liable excuse for my stinkiness, dammit). So i needed a shower. desperately. and had 20 minutes to do this, find breakfast, blowdry the hair, put on the face, find something to wear. i got out of the house at quarter to 8. it takes me at least 20-30 minutes to get to work. fine, i'll be 5 minutes late. whatever. i could've started at 8:30 anyway. But no, i decide to take 184th, the longest road in the world's terrain, cover about 3/4 of it only to find there's a road block. and no detour set up. thank you, construction whores. please, do keep standing there all day getting paid $20 bucks an hour for holding a sign while i go off on my merry gas-wasting way.
so this is when i decide i'll just stay half an hour later, as i had to drive all the way back to 16th just so I could get through to Hwy 15. Of course, there's construction on 16th. and on Hwy 15. and on #10. I'm fucking sick of the colour orange. So, as I had a few minutes to waste, I decided to go to Starbucks. Half way through ordering my drink, the girl interrupts me "Yeah, I can't hear you." I'm like *blinks slowly* okay. you have milk steamers blasting in your ear, I can understand that. But DON'T interrupt me when I'm paying 4 dollars for your store's smallest drink - not when I have construction coming out of my ass, not when I'm late for work, not when I'm having a horrendous hair day, and NOT when you're 15 pounds lighter than me with blonde hair and blue eyes, You frappe-making fuck head.
Finally arriving at work now. I get out of my car and saunter on up to the door. Can't get it open. and my sister isn't there for some reason. So who the hell am I going to call when the phones haven't even been turned on and she isn't picking up her cell? So I have to wait for Tedd. Tedd! I hate Tedd. What's more, I hate being a 19 year old girl in a pink shirt who can't even get a door open, who has to wait for the big manly man to come figure it out for her. Yes, people. feminism. Women's rights, coming from me, the world's girliest girl. That's how pissed off I am today. I'm about 2 fucking seconds away from burning my bra.
So now everything is fantastic and skippy and la di da. except they want me to write news letters announcing the website change and explaining all the advantages of it compared to the old one. uh, hi. I've worked here for a month, never saw the old site, don't know anything about the company. I answer phones for you people, I don't run the fucking company. God, you tell these people you're an english major and they expect you to spill out brilliant chunks of literary work for them.
Here's a flash of news. I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT VIRTUAL TOURS. No professional training. I am the boss's daughter. I am here to respond to your secretarial needs. You people literally brought me here, sat me down at a desk, let me burn a few data cd's, let me make some spreadsheets, and that's about it. Now you want me to make a news letter with a program I don't know how to operate so I can wow the public with how amazing your new site is? Yes well, I am the public; I need a newsletter as much as they do!
Jesus Christ.