Just venting

So most of you, actually all of you, won't find this post funny.  You may just want to skip it all together.  It's really me just purging all the hellish, irritating toxins inside my body right now.  No,  I am not sick.  Well, I think  I'm sick in the head, but that's nothing new.  

I had such an awful day at work that I just have to scream out loud.  My blog is called Thinking Out Loud, but I hope you will all make this exception.

Keep in mind that my new job, which I was very excited to get, is very time consuming.  I have coffee instead of meals,  I do not take a lunch break and the two times I allow myself to pee each day, when I return, my emails multiply like Gremlins and water.   (Google it if you have no idea what I'm talking about).

So, today I get a call at 2:35.  It's from a client who says he just sent me an email and he tells me that what he just sent in an email, he actually needed five minutes ago.  I tell him that I am just finishing up what I'm currently working on and then I will get to his email.  I joke that he can "cut the line" as I have a ton of demands via email before him. 

Well, by 3:08 I send him one out of the two things he needs.  I got it to him within a half hour, which is pretty damn good because there is research involved.  It's not something I can snap my fingers and create.  There's phone calls to make to verify information, there's calculations, etc.   Also, while I'm in this file, I notice there is information missing.   He wants this file done by Friday (I'm sorry, I have to be very vague here) BUT there is a third party involved here.  Let's just say this.  The third party..it's the money.   And if the money isn't ready, then nobody is ready.   I spent sometime trying to locate this 3rd party as it's name / phone number/ email was not indicated in the file.  And they need notice.   (To all teachers out there, I know you shouldn't start a sentence with "and."  I'll utilize my poetic license here.)  So, this guy calls me up and SCREAMS at me.  Seriously, screams at me like I would scream at my daughter if she ran into the street or parking lot.   He screams that he needs the  document I did not send him.  I apologize and said I'll send that I'll send it now.

What happens?  My computer system shuts down!  Holy fuck.  Why me?  Actually, it's not just me, the entire system for everyone in the company.  So NOBODY can produce the document I need.  Seriously, I try to do good.  I treat everyone with respect.  I don't park in fire zones or handicapped and I even pull over to the right if I'm in the left lane and the person behind me is driving fast.   I work full time, am a mommy and am also the sole care provider for a sick relative.  Why does God hate me?   Why is this happening?   Meanwhile this guy is still screaming at me.  I want to help.  I'm not defying him on purpose.   THEN he says "If I don't get this in 10 minutes I'm going to call (I'll just call him Sam.)  Really?  You're going to tell on me like you would tell my daddy if you caught me smoking or something?  

Anyway, to wrap this up (I'm fucking tired and have a headache), first of all, no one deserves to be screamed at.  Especially one adult to another.   Treat me with respect, you will get further.

Second of all, I can't help it if he created unrealistic expectations.   How dare he say that he needed something "five minutes ago?"   Before he even spoke, I failed my mission.   How can I possibly do something, or know to do something, five minutes, or any minutes before it's brought to my attention?  He set me up to fail.  There is no way, unless I was in a movie and read the script before hand, I would know that he would need this information until it was presented to me.   How about this, you fuck head.  If you needed something, how about contacting before you need it...not after.   Then perhaps I can meet your expectations.  

Well, I'm done venting. Thank you for reading or for skipping.   It seems as though my current life has sucked all the funny out of me.   Perhaps I'll become a fan of Obama and live off of unemployment for a while.  Maybe I'll get a new cell phone out of it too.