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Now for a rant
This won't have as much venom as it would have last night. Mainly because I'm too tired. I should also warn about a bit of cursing.
I'm not awake enough to go looking for the cut thingie, so if you don't wanna listen to someone needlessly ranting, go away.
Second: This is NOT about Trisha Lynn. Trisha Lynn is a wonderful and fabulous lady who doesn't irritate me in the slightest. Except when she doesn't realise which Preacher I'm referring to. But that's beside the point.
This is about someone I know named Tricia.
She's the chick who got me my current job. No prob, it's a nice thing. But. She's now off her own current job.
My bosses are going on vacation next week, which leaves about 7 7 hour shifts unfilled. Luckily, Anetra, the person *I* found, can fill most of them. Those she can't, we'd LIKE to have Tricia fill.
Tricia decided she was never home, and doesn't use her phone that much, so she had the phone company turn it off
Which means we can't reach her.
Oh, but she has a pager!
Which she never uses.
Well, not when it's OUR number that appears, anyway.
She also has access to email. Don't ask ME how. She spends most of her time at the freak known as Kirby's house. Kirby is skanky. Just plain icky. So is his ex, Colleen. Ugh.
Anyway. THEY have a phone.
So, Don tries a few days of beeping her. No response. So I say I'll email her. I do.
Email says, "Hey. Don says to please give him a call about whether you can work when they're on vacation or not."
So, what's the response?
An email. What part of "DON SAYS TO PLEASE GIVE HIME A CALL" did she not fucking understand?
Because of that, I had to call Don, and get all of the info from him to email her. When it would have been so much simpler if she'd picked up a fucking phone (like *I* did!) and called Don!
Don is not very happy with her, thanks to this.
He's also irritated she didn't just call.
*I* am just plain pissed about it. Hell, I was having trouble calming down last night when I was awake. She's lucky the email I sent in reply didn't say ANY of the things I was thinking.
I tend to be realllly formal when irritated.
Repeating myself: What was so fucking hard about picking up the PHONE? It's 7 numbers to dial, and BOOM. Questions answered!!
Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrghh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It makes me want to slap her. It really does.
Anyway. Rant over. Unless I feel like screaming some more.
I'm not awake enough to go looking for the cut thingie, so if you don't wanna listen to someone needlessly ranting, go away.
Second: This is NOT about Trisha Lynn. Trisha Lynn is a wonderful and fabulous lady who doesn't irritate me in the slightest. Except when she doesn't realise which Preacher I'm referring to. But that's beside the point.
This is about someone I know named Tricia.
She's the chick who got me my current job. No prob, it's a nice thing. But. She's now off her own current job.
My bosses are going on vacation next week, which leaves about 7 7 hour shifts unfilled. Luckily, Anetra, the person *I* found, can fill most of them. Those she can't, we'd LIKE to have Tricia fill.
Tricia decided she was never home, and doesn't use her phone that much, so she had the phone company turn it off
Which means we can't reach her.
Oh, but she has a pager!
Which she never uses.
Well, not when it's OUR number that appears, anyway.
She also has access to email. Don't ask ME how. She spends most of her time at the freak known as Kirby's house. Kirby is skanky. Just plain icky. So is his ex, Colleen. Ugh.
Anyway. THEY have a phone.
So, Don tries a few days of beeping her. No response. So I say I'll email her. I do.
Email says, "Hey. Don says to please give him a call about whether you can work when they're on vacation or not."
So, what's the response?
An email. What part of "DON SAYS TO PLEASE GIVE HIME A CALL" did she not fucking understand?
Because of that, I had to call Don, and get all of the info from him to email her. When it would have been so much simpler if she'd picked up a fucking phone (like *I* did!) and called Don!
Don is not very happy with her, thanks to this.
He's also irritated she didn't just call.
*I* am just plain pissed about it. Hell, I was having trouble calming down last night when I was awake. She's lucky the email I sent in reply didn't say ANY of the things I was thinking.
I tend to be realllly formal when irritated.
Repeating myself: What was so fucking hard about picking up the PHONE? It's 7 numbers to dial, and BOOM. Questions answered!!
Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrghh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It makes me want to slap her. It really does.
Anyway. Rant over. Unless I feel like screaming some more.