The F-Bomb Post

OK, this day had to be coming. I am just plain irritated today. Irritated down to my very core, to the bone, in every fucking sinew.

I am tired of trying my damndest to do things at work, only to run in questions that I don't know the answer to, or the processes to, and everyone else being 1) out on a work trip, 2) out sick, 3) gone home for the day, 4) off location, or 5) on the phone with someone else. I am sick and tired of people not educating me on important aspects of my job, for example, the PHONE. No one seems to know WHO takes care of the damn phones, or WHY there are three different programs to control the phone, or which options are supposed to be in which place, or which privileges my phone has in order to access any hunt groups so that I can start taking phone calls! And I really want to know WHY my phone keeps logging me OUT of the hunt groups so that I don't get any phone calls at all? It's not like *I* told my phone to log out - it did it on its own. Stupid stupid stupid. And the few phone calls I DO get, people are too damn busy or preoccupied to help me help the caller. Geez, I'm just trying to HELP, and do my fucking job.

And the people in the apartment with their fucking chihuahuas running around leash-less? Get a grip. Your dog is NOT that fucking cute, it looks like a rat with its tail cut short. And WHY is it jumping up and down on my leg, more than likely ripping the tights I wore to work? Don't think my tiny smile is an indication of indulgence, it's an indication of my self-control because I didn't kick your fucking dog-rat-thing. (I would never kick an animal, FYI).

People who give me projects to do at work? Please make sure that YOU at least know how to do it before you pass it off to someone else who has no fucking clue what in world you just handed her? And then isolate yourself from further questions by being on your fucking phone the whole rest of the afternoon and not responding to email, IM's or standing-by-your-desk-impatiently-awaiting-an-answer-until-they-give-up-and-walk-aways.

Also, that black charger in the parking lot? You're parked in MY fucking space, and have been for the past two days. You're lucky I don't want to go to jail. I don't even care if you aren't a Charger, you're a fucking idiot of a whatever-type-of-car-you-are.

Also, the idiot it IT? Get it right the first time, moron. Your timing is awful. First you take up 1/3 of my lunch, then you come back when I'm trying to work on that stupid project that no one's helping with, and then you come back again for god-knows-what.

ROAD WORK?! On my way to and from work?! In the one place I can't really avoid? You've got to be shitting me. And not the one-or-two-day type of roadwork. LONG-TERM roadwork.

Hmm...  Good thing, Beth, good things. What good things have happened today?

I found a deal for Cold Stone Creamery. $10 for $20 worth of ice cream. That will be deserved. There are no problems yet with school, and it's paid. I am home now... and have a big pot of split-pea soup simmering in my crock pot.  I'm going to light those damn candle and maybe take a bubble bath in a bit. But I still have work on editing my story, and study for my LOMA course and read up on my book for work. All while keeping up with Castleville. Hey now, I can have a guilty pleasure or two... and I still need to catch up with the new Family Guy episodes.

Sigh.