This past week has been extremely hellish at work.
My current project is turning my hair grayer everyday. I came home from work on Thursday, and told Hub that I needed a hug, a great big HUG!!
As he held me I wanted to break down and cry. All I could say is that I didn't want to go back there, to that depressing, mind numbing, make me want to kill everyone place.
Unfortunately we have something called a mortgage, so I have to go back.
Yes, at this particular moment I want to crawl under a rock and not be bothered by anyone in Corporate America. If I could I would not go back.
The Grand Dame (boss) has no idea of the time required to do what needs to be done on the project and expects everything to be done in a matter of days. Oh, how wrong she is!!
Our current, highly visible project is a new system which will be utilized by thousands of employees worldwide and is not something that can be verified, validated and confirmed in a matter of weeks, let alone days.
Yes, I have two people working for me to assist in completing all required tasks, but when I have to sit there, babysit and explain "no, you are not going to be able to do this", or, "this is the way the application was coded and you're going to have to follow this new procedure", IT DRIVES ME FREAKIN' CRAZY!
To top things off, my favorite "assistant" was yanked out of town with the Grand Dame for a with programmers for two days, leaving me with the Whiner. And OMG, can this man whine. Every 10 minutes he was in my cube TELLING me "the system should do this", and "I want it to do that". I was so surprise I didn't grab him by his long curly locks and strangle him.
He ate up soooo much of my time that I was unable to finish my work. During a phone call from Grand Dame, who herself was stressing beyond belief because of programmers, I advised that I had not finished my tasks, I was told that IT MUST BE DONE before my vacation started (Monday).
Yes, it did get heated between the two of us (mind you, we are both stressed out), but I told her it would get done. That I would work this weekend to make sure it happened.
Well, needless to say, I worked Friday 8:45 am to 10 pm - cursing the entire time. I then returned Saturday 11:30 am and till 7:00 pm.
The minute I got home I headed directly to the big ol' bottle of Crown. Screw dinner, I'm drinking! Tomorrow I will start getting ready to go out of town. Luckily we're not leaving till early Tuesday morning.
Should my phone ring and it is work, they can KISS MY A$$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because of "Corporate America" I missed Gilla's 40th birthday celebration Friday night, and the shopping excursion I had planned today.
Ya know, this 3rdcrown & coke is reallly makin me fel beetter and bettter!!
things r luking uprite now.
until nest tyme.
4 comments:
Aw :( I'm tellin' ya, buying a chunk of land and setting up a compound for refugees from Corporate America just keeps looking better and better...I hear there's land real cheap down Austin-ways.
Hang in there. It's your job, not your life. The Grand Dame can go take a long walk off a short pier.
Thanks Jess. As long as I can get away from that triangular building for a little while I'll be fine.
Girl! I can't believe you were here that late on Friday and Saturday... actually I can, but I'm sorry.
As for Gilla's party, I heard she didn't even show up to until 7:30! Glad I didn't go.
I hope you enjoy your well deserved vacation!!!!!
~ Wolf Lover Girl
Oh and I love how Mr. Curly Locks thinks its okay to listen to his music without headphones. Everyone else listening to music wears theirs, what makes you so special? I don't want to hear what you're listening to!
~ Wolf Lover Girl
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