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Today, I almost shattered my professional veneer.

Having returned to work after my weekend (not including the trip there on Sunday night), I found the place pretty much as I had left it on Saturday. Scratch that... in fact, I found it in worse shape ~ which, when you consider the fact that renovations have been going on for a week, is a distressing concept & leads inevitably to the question "What the hell have you lot been doing while I wasn't here!!??"

To add to the fun, I had a doctor's appointment in the middle of the day (nothing serious, but a recurring problem) & for the 2 hours I was away, it seemed, on my return, that everybody had removed their brains from their heads & either threw them away, or placed them in formaldehyde for the duration of my absence. Because it was damned certain nobody had used anything remotely resembling intelligent thought without me to provide either a verbal or physical 'encouragement' to do so. There was a list of 'problems' two A4 pages long, for me to 'deal with' on my return. None of which a lobotomised gibbon would have any trouble with, provided its eyes were open.

None of this bodes well for the future...especially mine, as it stands. Having nearly lost it with an obtuse & recalcitrant phone customer soon after my return from matters medical (I had to take the phone away from my ear & mouth for a few seconds, otherwise I'd have abused them & just hung up), I could muster nothing but sarcasm for any staff or workman who asked or said anything to me for the rest of the day... & I'm pretty sure they noticed. Stupid they may be, but not yet deaf.

To top things off, whilst in the middle of cooking a comfort pasta dinner-for-one tonight, I got another call from the alarm-monitoring centre. The f@$%ing alarm hadn't been set...again. So, off to the store I drove ~ in the rain ~ & this time didn't bother to go in & check for vandals/intruders... Frankly, I hope there were some. I just hit my remote alarm button from the dry comfort of OBluV8 outside the store & drove back home to a chilli & garlic pasta meal, a bottle of red wine & the second Harry Potter movie.

And now to bed, perchance to dream of better days... & nights.

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Date: 2007-09-04 02:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reynardo.livejournal.com
There was a list of 'problems' two A4 pages long, for me to 'deal with' on my return. None of which a lobotomised gibbon would have any trouble with, provided its eyes were open.

Ours isn't lobotomised yet - would you like him to handle some for you?

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Date: 2007-09-04 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sarin-girl.livejournal.com
:(

you didn't tell me about the work stuff..
*hugs you*

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Date: 2007-09-05 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maelefic.livejournal.com
I suggest purchasing a hatchet. With a holster. When things start to go awry, start patting the head of the hatchet, and get a twitch in your eye.

That'll sort 'em!
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