48 hours...!
In 48 hours, I'll be home again, and I'm looking forward to that so much, you wouldn't *believe* it. I'm damn tired of dealing with these hairy, spoiled monsters. (Usually I'm fond of them, but 3 weeks of their company and that's worn a bit thin.) They're noisy and demanding of attention and they're always under foot. I want to go HOME. Nice, quiet, empty house: nothing snuffling, yelping, yapping, whining, whimpering, coughing, begging to be picked up, climbing into bed with me and trying to mooch anything I'm eating.
And the phone bank was down by one member today; it would've been fairly manageable except for that, so I'm NOT real happy with her right now, either. I was still managing to have a pretty good day until after lunch, when the hardcore fuckwits starting crawling out of the woodwork. Was ready to go to one guy's house and shove his phone up his ass...stupid people give me hives, and this spam-for-brains wasn't getting the concept of, if we don't have a contract with your insurance YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE FUCKING DIFFERENCE! (Yes, I know I'm screaming. Because I *couldn't* scream at him, obviously, although he certainly deserved it.) And then I got some broad who had 3 accts that ALL went to collections, and *she* kept insisting I should file it to her insurance. Uh, NO, not when 2 of them have been in collections for more than a year and the other one for 8 months. They *won't* pay it, *you* need to deal with the collection agency and I don't fucking *care* if you think they're being mean to you. So! I've already had my first Xanax of the year, thank you very much....
Right now, I'm so freaking tired my head's ready to fall off. The thought of dinner and a movie is wonderful, but I have to start getting myself together so I can drop a load of stuff off at home tomorrow. (Making room for the computer to go in my trunk Thursday morning...which means tearing it down tomorrow night because I'm NOT going to do it at 7AM again, abso-fucking-lutely not!)
Okay...deep breathing...dinner. I need dinner. *twitch* And chocolate!
And the phone bank was down by one member today; it would've been fairly manageable except for that, so I'm NOT real happy with her right now, either. I was still managing to have a pretty good day until after lunch, when the hardcore fuckwits starting crawling out of the woodwork. Was ready to go to one guy's house and shove his phone up his ass...stupid people give me hives, and this spam-for-brains wasn't getting the concept of, if we don't have a contract with your insurance YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE FUCKING DIFFERENCE! (Yes, I know I'm screaming. Because I *couldn't* scream at him, obviously, although he certainly deserved it.) And then I got some broad who had 3 accts that ALL went to collections, and *she* kept insisting I should file it to her insurance. Uh, NO, not when 2 of them have been in collections for more than a year and the other one for 8 months. They *won't* pay it, *you* need to deal with the collection agency and I don't fucking *care* if you think they're being mean to you. So! I've already had my first Xanax of the year, thank you very much....
Right now, I'm so freaking tired my head's ready to fall off. The thought of dinner and a movie is wonderful, but I have to start getting myself together so I can drop a load of stuff off at home tomorrow. (Making room for the computer to go in my trunk Thursday morning...which means tearing it down tomorrow night because I'm NOT going to do it at 7AM again, abso-fucking-lutely not!)
Okay...deep breathing...dinner. I need dinner. *twitch* And chocolate!