Share the joy

I usually blame The DingBat for all of the crap I get at work, but I thought my little trip up to San Fran would help improve all of my negative feelings towards her. Well, it didn’t quite work. Even tho I came back to San Diego feeling like a young eager boy ready to tackle any huge issue without hesitation, I was quickly knocked back to the hell that I was dealing with on a daily basis before I left. What’s even more fucked up about this situation is that I don’t even work for her... she ain’t even in the same state as me!

As I said in my last entry, I was being bombarded with shit from her first thing Monday morning. Each day since then has only gotten worse little by little. I’ve been working late every day... leaving with me no real free time to finish up any of the writings about my trip, go through all of the 400 plus photos to select the ones I want to use on the blog, or audition any “special friend” replacements.

*insert sad face*

To give you an idea of the type of fun that I'm experiencing, please see the following...

I am currently working on a 15 page spreadsheet that contains confidential information which, as of now, won’t be completed until tomorrow morning. After that, I have yet another gawd-only-knows how long spreadsheet to finish before I leave for the day tomorrow. And then after I’m done with that, I start another one that is due on Monday morning. Of course, with all of this work, I’m afraid this might pull into my weekend schedule. Not cute.

And the cherry on the cake to this awful week, I was alerted by my boss and co-workers that The DingBat's boss The BiR, who is just as retarded as her, will be in our offices all next week. Color me thrilled!

*insert scream of frustration here*

In order for me to clam down now, I plan to devour 4 single cinnamon Pop Tarts and close my eyes for 5 minutes because they are burning.

I love corporate America.