I swear I thought I saw my head explode in the reflection of my 20' monitor.
 
I am very frustrated on the job. We don't have the proper equipment or support.
 
But I work, and I work, and give it 110%.
 
Well, today was the day I wasn't havin' that shit.
 
New guy, higher up guy, was explained many, many times (by me), to close the preview pane on in his email.

"But I like it that way, that's how I have it at home."

Well, you have a virus now.
 
"Could you hurry it up, I have deadlines."
 
I told you yesterday that you can't have that preview pane open. You had it open and the same thing happened.
 
"I don't need you to tell me what not to do, I have this open at home and I don't have viruses"
 
[In the meantime, I'm lookin' at the email  he opened that caused the mess and it's from his home email.]
 
I can't help you if you don't listen, it's like I'm poundin' sand. I have other important things to do. I am not the I.T person, but I know how things work. I can't have you keep interrupting my job if you don't listen.

The big R came into his office to break us up. I then walked out.

I ended up leaving the office at 6:30, very pissed.

As the mechanical arm swung up to let me out of the office park, I sped five feet and hit the stop light.

Damn it all to tell. I just wanna get outta here.

I hear a honk. I ignore it. I'm spacing out. I look to the right when a man in a beemer motions for me to to roll down the window.

Yeah?

"You're brake lights are out. The top one in the middle works but the bottom ones don't."

Okay, thanks. [Ninja please, my brake lights aren't out, he wants me.]

I notice he had maneuvered his car and pulled up right next to me to alert me of my burnt out tail lights, then backed up and drove the opposite direction.

I arrive home safely, have Sean look at the lights.

We then head to the Autozone to purchase new ones.

Geez, when the Doctors back then told my mom my head was extraordinarily large, I guess they really meant it.

Hold all my calls, I'm having a meeting.

In the mornings, after my daily coffee surge, I hold meetings and if you haven't already figured it out yet, meeting is code for "I'm takin' a crap, so if you notice me missing from my desk for ten minutes, don't call out the cavalry."

Code: Meeting was created because I seem to hold meetings almost every morning. I had to explain to officemates one day when I left my desk, told them I'd be right back, and I was gone for almost fifteen minutes (hey, I like to take my time). "Where the hell have you been?" I had to politely explain to them where I was and had a good chuckle at it, hence Code: Meeting being established.

I've got a meeting.

I'm Chairing a meeting.

I've got a meet and greet to attend.

I'm being called into a meeting.

and much, much, more...

Anyhoo, the reason for this post is cuz this morning, when I pulled a dorkus maximus moment, I realized, after my coffee surge, I did not have any meetings, AT ALL. I was very excited for myself. It was even noticeable to officemates, "You didn't have your meeting this morning, eh?" Even they have started utilizing Code: Meeting.

I'm glad to have started this fad.

Anyway, that'll all change tomorrow...I'm about to have strawberry ice cream.

I feel like a total dork.

I forgot to change my alarm from going off at 5:30 AM to 6:30 AM last night, so today I got up at 6:40 (thinking it was 7:40) I was so tired and was contemplating calling into the office and leaving a message saying that I was going to be a half hour late (so I could get more sleep) but decided against it. I get ready, shower and stuff (I'm trying to hurry), jump in my car and head into work. As I'm about to pull into the office park I look at the clock on my dashboard and see that it's 7:50 AM. I'm like, HUH? Thinking to myself, "Someone's been effing with my clocks." I pull out my cell phone and the damn thing is dead so there's no way to confirm it. Then, things start to get clearer when I pull into the parking lot and realize I am gonna get a good spot.

I walk in, run to my desk, look at the time on my phone and it's 7:50. Anne, the accountant, who comes in at 8 was suprised to see all the lights on. She had a good laugh at my story.

I feel like a total dork.

I work from 9 to 5.

Somebody's got a case of the Mondays.

I just finished laying out my outfit for tomorrow err...today. I'm now eating strawberry ice cream.

My first day of the week started out with me deciding not to wear my stiff outfit and opting for khaki's, a yellow polo shirt with a tiny turtle on the left side of my chest (given to me by my ma) and flippers. Screw protocol, HR is on vaca.

I left the apartment promptly at 8:20 AM then made a pit stop at D&D's (If you like cheap latte's, I suggest you try D&D's Caramel Iced Latte - no sugar). That's not what I had though, I had an iced hazelnut, extra cream, one sugar. I then trotted my ass through construction and was able to make it to work ten minutes early.

So I'm sittin' there reading emails when all of a sudden I hear,

Emmmmmmer!?!

"WHAT."

You left your keys in the door.

I snort.

"Ooops."

It was the start of an interesting day.

To all you women out there, I hope your momma taught you how to bend over when wearing a short dress or skirt. I know one person who wasn't taught the "bending of the knees" maneuver.