so earlier when the receptionist was complaining about not being able to take lunch until 1pm (which is hardly a late lunch in my view and often the time i take it because i have to cover recpetion while she is taking lunch), i mumbled something about being so busy that i'd be lucky if i could take lunch at all. at about 12.30pm i popped out for half an hour to pick up a salad and stretch my legs. on the way back the receptionist said to me, in a tone i wasn't altogether happy with, "SOOO you did manage to take a lunch break". can i just repeat once more that its not my fucking day to do reception relief and if i want to take a break from working then i'm perfectly entitled to do so! if i asked nicely do you think they would get me an executive punch bag for my desk. it would so much easier than firing me for GBH.
12:57 p.m. - November 14, 2003
i keep getting caught in the crossfire.
i had a urgent message on my chair when i walked into work today. my mini-boss needed me to do something for him asap. i got straight on with it. after 25 minutes my big-boss came to my desk with a job and told me it was priority. she then threw a fit and, with barely concealed curses, took the work i was doing for my mini-boss away from me. i'm not entirely sure what the problem was but i gather the big-boss had told the mini-boss not to do what it was i was doing for him.
the receptionist thought i was reception relief for the day and the person who was actually supposed to be reception relief has an appointment so is unable to cover lunch until 1pm. this has resulted in a whole world of awkwardness. the receptionist is not happy about having a late lunch, i'm not happy that i'm being treated like this is my fault. i'm busy, i hate reception and its not my day. fuck you.
wizzy asked the big boss if she could have the days off between christmas and new year. the big boss told her to sort it out with me. i told her that i hadn't had time to think about vaction days because of vietnam so i would work around her. then i spoke to the CG who tells me that he is taking the days off which was a big surprise to me because he doesn't get as many vacation days as i do. now i'm totally pissed that i might have to work when he is on vacation especially since he's been working until 11pm every night and also at weekends.
we had someone over to the apartment to measure up this morning because we were planning to put down wooden laminate flooring. i've been very excited about this because i think it would look great. the guy, however, found so many problems with the idea of laying down laminate in our apartment that i'm not sure what we are going to do now.
suckage.
10:32 a.m. - November 14, 2003
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