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wow, has today sucked ass.
Dec. 14th, 2004 04:50 pmWhen I turned my alarm off, went back to sleep and then woke up at 7? I should've taken it as a sign and called in sick.
I didn't get breakfast. I spent three hours with my hands shaking on and off thanks to the wonder of this.
The department two rows over, the one that I use the copy machine for, the one that is, technically, simply the parent of Accounts Payable (it's Accounting. fuckers.), was having a food day. Knowing I could, probably, make it to noon, I supplemented the mountain dew with a rice krispie treat (of which there were about 50 or. There was also enough food to feed 50 fucking people. Well, maybe they'd want more after the orgy).
Let me mention something. When I'm exhausted and strung out because I haven't eaten? My brain doesn't work all that well.
Since I was back in the area to pick up legitemate crap (like I ever print anything else. sigh) off the printer, I figured I'd grab another. This time, I added the luxury of a napkin.
Or almost did.
Instead, I got barked at by one of the bitches who works in accounting. "This is for our department only."
...'k. You could'a said, "Please don't eat our food." or, "We were raised by cockroaches and the American school system so we don't understand the concepts of sharing and politeness, so don't eat our crap, bitch." Since, well, the latter was what she was saying. Just in smaller language.
Remember the brain not working? My only response was, "Sorry." I put down the napkin, and walked off (luckily I'd picked up my printout already).
I mean, honestly, if they're going to be rude about it. *eyeroll*
So, back in my cube, disturbed (and blushing. It's been a bad day already when I'm blushing and being treated like shit before 10 a.m.), I shrugged philosophically, and went on with my day. And also figured, if they're going to be asshats? I can simply print at a different machine. So I went about setting that up.
One of the other fabulous things I discovered this morning was that my batteries were low. Three songs into 'The Official Fiction', the cd player died.
Which meant that, when the Accounting department decided to spend 20 fucking minutes discussing the sheer effrontery of me daring to take anything from their precious food stash I heard nearly every single word. Dear fucking christ. Nothing like making you feel fabulous by going on about the stupid little fat girl who came and ate all your food.
Yeah.
So, hey, I starred as a huge topic of gossip today.
Nice to know the Accounting department has so little work they can sit around with their thumbs in their asses.
See, working on the other side of the floor spoiled me. The Gift Card department? The NSF department? All fabulous people, who were perfectly fine with sharing their chocolate and other goodies with me (and Jessica and Lori and such). And STILL DON'T. Hell, working for the county in Clayton spoiled me. If there was food on the floor, we used to get people from all over the fucking building coming by.
I figure if I'm going to be stuck having to work near hostile and asshatted people, I'm entitled to the internet. And I'll tell A that if she asks.
For the record, yes. I did get lunch. Which then spent two hours threatening to come back up. Guess I won't be getting food downstairs again.
My only regret is that the bitch wasn't leaving at the same time as I was. Because I would have let her take the elevator down without me. "Since you don't like sharing with me, I'll let you have it to yourself." And probably walked back in and used the stairs...
I didn't get breakfast. I spent three hours with my hands shaking on and off thanks to the wonder of this.
The department two rows over, the one that I use the copy machine for, the one that is, technically, simply the parent of Accounts Payable (it's Accounting. fuckers.), was having a food day. Knowing I could, probably, make it to noon, I supplemented the mountain dew with a rice krispie treat (of which there were about 50 or. There was also enough food to feed 50 fucking people. Well, maybe they'd want more after the orgy).
Let me mention something. When I'm exhausted and strung out because I haven't eaten? My brain doesn't work all that well.
Since I was back in the area to pick up legitemate crap (like I ever print anything else. sigh) off the printer, I figured I'd grab another. This time, I added the luxury of a napkin.
Or almost did.
Instead, I got barked at by one of the bitches who works in accounting. "This is for our department only."
...'k. You could'a said, "Please don't eat our food." or, "We were raised by cockroaches and the American school system so we don't understand the concepts of sharing and politeness, so don't eat our crap, bitch." Since, well, the latter was what she was saying. Just in smaller language.
Remember the brain not working? My only response was, "Sorry." I put down the napkin, and walked off (luckily I'd picked up my printout already).
I mean, honestly, if they're going to be rude about it. *eyeroll*
So, back in my cube, disturbed (and blushing. It's been a bad day already when I'm blushing and being treated like shit before 10 a.m.), I shrugged philosophically, and went on with my day. And also figured, if they're going to be asshats? I can simply print at a different machine. So I went about setting that up.
One of the other fabulous things I discovered this morning was that my batteries were low. Three songs into 'The Official Fiction', the cd player died.
Which meant that, when the Accounting department decided to spend 20 fucking minutes discussing the sheer effrontery of me daring to take anything from their precious food stash I heard nearly every single word. Dear fucking christ. Nothing like making you feel fabulous by going on about the stupid little fat girl who came and ate all your food.
Yeah.
So, hey, I starred as a huge topic of gossip today.
Nice to know the Accounting department has so little work they can sit around with their thumbs in their asses.
See, working on the other side of the floor spoiled me. The Gift Card department? The NSF department? All fabulous people, who were perfectly fine with sharing their chocolate and other goodies with me (and Jessica and Lori and such). And STILL DON'T. Hell, working for the county in Clayton spoiled me. If there was food on the floor, we used to get people from all over the fucking building coming by.
I figure if I'm going to be stuck having to work near hostile and asshatted people, I'm entitled to the internet. And I'll tell A that if she asks.
For the record, yes. I did get lunch. Which then spent two hours threatening to come back up. Guess I won't be getting food downstairs again.
My only regret is that the bitch wasn't leaving at the same time as I was. Because I would have let her take the elevator down without me. "Since you don't like sharing with me, I'll let you have it to yourself." And probably walked back in and used the stairs...
