Gah, made of fail!
So I had today off, and my cell was out of juice. I just hooked it up to the recharger and turned it on because I wanted to set my alarm for tomorrow. And I got 5 fucking messages from my boss.
One was asking me whether I had the day off. (Yes. Duh. You signed my request, dumbo.) Another one was asking me to call some guy and tell him what to do with the clips he filmed at our show on Friday. (I don't have the fucking number, genius. How would I have the number? I don't have my Outlook address book here at home!) Another three asked me three other things.
I'M THE FUCKING UNDERPAID INTERN. Seriously. Your whole workday should NOT depend on me being there. Think for yourself for once, okay? I'll be gone in a month's time, and I really DO NOT want to be called constantly so you can ask me where we keep the artists' contracts.
One was asking me whether I had the day off. (Yes. Duh. You signed my request, dumbo.) Another one was asking me to call some guy and tell him what to do with the clips he filmed at our show on Friday. (I don't have the fucking number, genius. How would I have the number? I don't have my Outlook address book here at home!) Another three asked me three other things.
I'M THE FUCKING UNDERPAID INTERN. Seriously. Your whole workday should NOT depend on me being there. Think for yourself for once, okay? I'll be gone in a month's time, and I really DO NOT want to be called constantly so you can ask me where we keep the artists' contracts.