Calgone, take me away from it all!
Lately, I've been logging in on Tuesday, checking my schedule for the following week and developing an instant headache, and today was no exception. 9 AM training on my day off after finishing my usual 11:30 PM shift the night before. What fuckwit keeps doing this to me?!
And the callers. I absofuckinglutely hate, loathe and detest Fitnazi---and I've been getting a buttload of them back-to-back all evening, in between the usual clueless suspects: a chick with two orders from Pelts Leathermore who of course didn't know which one was the one with the current problem, or the Mi Scusi broad who had a hard time understanding "No returns on sale items."
But it's okay now---I took vacation time and I'm off til 10:15 so I can watch Jericho and squee and then only have to deal with them for another 75 minutes. If it's as good as last week, it'll be worth squeeing about.
And the callers. I absofuckinglutely hate, loathe and detest Fitnazi---and I've been getting a buttload of them back-to-back all evening, in between the usual clueless suspects: a chick with two orders from Pelts Leathermore who of course didn't know which one was the one with the current problem, or the Mi Scusi broad who had a hard time understanding "No returns on sale items."
But it's okay now---I took vacation time and I'm off til 10:15 so I can watch Jericho and squee and then only have to deal with them for another 75 minutes. If it's as good as last week, it'll be worth squeeing about.