one hour. i think i can make it. ........................................then vacation time!

i need to buy a swimsuit. i tried one on last night at t.j. maxx.  

oh, god. it smells of farts and mildew in here all of a sudden. wtf.


my ipod is possessed.

BORGY BORGY BORGY!

hi,

my name is ms. idiot loan officer. i don't know how to type/write the correct account number onto request forms when i send them to amanda. this, in turn, makes amanda's job more difficult, which is becoming my one and only goal in my day to day life. i know that i could make her job easier if i just double checked the number before i send the form to her, but where's the fun in that? i would much rather get email after email from her, asking me for the correct information... so i can be snippy with her in my response and act as thought my moronic behavior is all her fault!


apparently, in my workplace, this is the legend that i must use in order to be able to do my job.

6 = 9 
9 = 8
4 = 5
5 = 0
2 = 1
8 = 6

this legend is based solely on typos that were on requests i received TODAY. in less than 8 hours, there have been that many typos. 5 different loan officers, 6 different mistakes. 

i can't help but laugh about it, though. these people are making probably twice what i make in a year, and i'm doing twice the amount of work... because they don't know how to do their jobssssssssssss!

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

i know this post probably makes no sense to anyone, but i had to vent about this bullshit. it's so absurd. so, so absurd, and it happens nearly every day.

i want to go home.

i hate this place so much right now. i'm irritable and one of my co-workers is pushing around this cart that has wheels that are squeaking like nails on a chalkboard. i want to punch someone in the face.

i need to lose weight. i need to do it right now. no more coke, pepsi, mountain dew, anything for me. there is too much sugar in those. i need to start exercising... walking or jogging would suffice. i  must buy some shoes that are good for it..

i keep dying my hair black to cover up the pink, but it keeps washing out and my hair starts to turn purple.. frustrating. if i had known it would be this much trouble to keep my hair a natural color, i would have just left it  pink.

i hope the next disc of DS9 shows up today. WORF!

i want to go home. it's just me and two other people left  in my office right now and it's completely silent  and there's nothing to do. i can't be sure that i will be able to keep from falling asleep.


i need a part time job. any ideas?

so.... apparently if i am vomitting blood and in excruciating abdominal pain, i need to understand that i have a job to do and that "the world doesn't stop just because i have a tummy ache." i will be constantly reminded of how my absence inconvenienced my coordinator and other coworkers.

however... if my coordinator has the shits for two days because she ate "bad fish" or if her grandfather has minor surgery (on his foot, mind you) that went well with absolutely no complications, or if her father has the "creeping crud" and "doesn't feel like going to the pharmacy to get medicine," it is fine for her to be absent. i get the stink eye because i am in pain and afraid that i'm dying. she gets to randomly be out of the office for piddly little lame ass reasons. i seriously am considering looking into a transfer to another department. i am so tired of her double standards. and her fake sympathy. she doesn't give a shit about my health. all she cares about is that i'm here to lessen her workload.

people like that can fuck right off. i'm all about being accepting of other people and their personalities, but when someone just seems to have a black heart and no soul, i have no tolerance for that. i don't expect my coworkers to bend over backwards for me right now, but i do expect some courtesy, understanding and a little bit of fucking respect. i work my ass off in this place every day and right now i'm being treated like i show up to work and eat gum drops and play with baby unicorns all day long. i like my job and i like my coworkers, but i cannot stand being treated like this by someone who has zero work ethic and spends most of her shift outside taking extended smoke breaks. I'm not usually one to go running to HR about anything, but this is really steering me in that direction. full speed ahead.

I heard "Crazy Train" on my way to work this morning and now I can't get it out of my head. Not a bad song to have stuck in your head, but still. This has been going on for like 6 hours. 

I was supposed to get a phone at my desk because my job is very phonecall-heavy and it is a serious time-waster to have to go to someone else's desk to use their phone to get my work done. Today, I was informed by our office manager that because I got behind on my work, they will not be getting me a phone until probably next month at the earliest. So, to sum up the situation:

---I was told that I would be getting a phone at my desk to prevent me from getting behind on my work.

---I was then told that I would not be getting a phone because I got behind on my work.

Ahh, work. How I love thee!