I don't usually get mad...
I am not one to usually get mad at people when they are being complete assholes. Even when they have every right to be screamed at for screwing you over.
I should have yelled at someone today.
Once upon a time in a summer that was one year ago, I worked at a gas station called Esso. At first my boss seemed like a nice guy, and I figured I wouldn't have any problems. Well, he turned out to be mediocre, but that didn't phase me. Anyway, I eventually got out of that place as I had a better job at Convergys (better paying at least).
So, fast forward to good old tax time. I have a T4 from everyone but him. I don't think it is too big of a deal, just some mailing error. About a month ago, I track down good old Andrew's new number (he is my boss, and having been relieved of owning the Esso, he had to find new employment). I give him a ring, and he sounds puzzled that I did not get it. Nevertheless he does say he will mail it out to me ASAP. About 2-3 weeks later, no T4. My mother decided to call him this time. She says he is supposed to call me back about it the next day. The next day comes, and passes, and there is no phone call to be found.
The current date is today. I am about to do some running around, and I have to finish my taxes within 3 days. I give Andrew a ring at work;
"Thank you for calling Kal-Tire, Andrew speaking."
"Hey Andrew, this is Sean Clark"
"Hey Sean, I know what you are calling about, but I can't talk about it at work. I just want to say that I have tomorrow off, and a bunch of stuff to get sorted out. I will call you tomorrow"
"No problem, I have an exam till noon tomorrow, then I need to do some running around. I will come pick it up from your house. Can I have your phone number?"
"No, I will call you tomorrow"
FUCK. That totally pissed me off. I should have screamed at that asshole. Not once in any conversations with him did I raise my voice, or sound anything other then friendly. I didn't really want to get pissed off, as I figured it would have no use. As long as I get it before taxes are due.
Now, tomorrow is looking very busy for me. I don't know when I can fit all this shit in, let alone be at home long enough to get a call from him. I have an exam at 9am till 12pm, then I have to retreat out to Ryan's cabin for some end of the semester shenanigans. After that, I am heading straight to Vancouver for the weekend. I don't have time for shit like this. FUCK.
I should have yelled at someone today.
Once upon a time in a summer that was one year ago, I worked at a gas station called Esso. At first my boss seemed like a nice guy, and I figured I wouldn't have any problems. Well, he turned out to be mediocre, but that didn't phase me. Anyway, I eventually got out of that place as I had a better job at Convergys (better paying at least).
So, fast forward to good old tax time. I have a T4 from everyone but him. I don't think it is too big of a deal, just some mailing error. About a month ago, I track down good old Andrew's new number (he is my boss, and having been relieved of owning the Esso, he had to find new employment). I give him a ring, and he sounds puzzled that I did not get it. Nevertheless he does say he will mail it out to me ASAP. About 2-3 weeks later, no T4. My mother decided to call him this time. She says he is supposed to call me back about it the next day. The next day comes, and passes, and there is no phone call to be found.
The current date is today. I am about to do some running around, and I have to finish my taxes within 3 days. I give Andrew a ring at work;
"Thank you for calling Kal-Tire, Andrew speaking."
"Hey Andrew, this is Sean Clark"
"Hey Sean, I know what you are calling about, but I can't talk about it at work. I just want to say that I have tomorrow off, and a bunch of stuff to get sorted out. I will call you tomorrow"
"No problem, I have an exam till noon tomorrow, then I need to do some running around. I will come pick it up from your house. Can I have your phone number?"
"No, I will call you tomorrow"
FUCK. That totally pissed me off. I should have screamed at that asshole. Not once in any conversations with him did I raise my voice, or sound anything other then friendly. I didn't really want to get pissed off, as I figured it would have no use. As long as I get it before taxes are due.
Now, tomorrow is looking very busy for me. I don't know when I can fit all this shit in, let alone be at home long enough to get a call from him. I have an exam at 9am till 12pm, then I have to retreat out to Ryan's cabin for some end of the semester shenanigans. After that, I am heading straight to Vancouver for the weekend. I don't have time for shit like this. FUCK.