Best case scenario, you spend the WHOLE day working on ONE simple task and let the rest of the work pile up on your desk. Most of the time however, you spend your time on Facebook Chat, IM Chat AND on your cell phone texting people...
EVERY SINGLE interaction on the phone or at the counter leads to you bitching about the customer - sometimes while you're within earshot of the poor person on the receiving end of your wrath. Sometimes you pound your hands on the desk while you're on the phone (that desk is going to collapse one of these days) or you stomp your feet on the ground like a baby having a temper tantrum. You're the laziest person I have encountered... EVER.
People are noticing, and it's leading to an all over lack of respect for you. Don't you see that?
What the hell is going on with you? While everyone's working hard to keep their jobs in this current economy, you act like having a job is a game! You come into work late EVERY FUCKING DAY! You're rude to customers, you don't take any pride or respect in what you do, you just stopped caring. It's making us all VERY UNHAPPY.
You're too old to think this is cute so please STOP IT!
About Me
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N
I am so freakin excited! We are booked and scheduled to go to the Dominican Republic for 7 days at the end of June. I can't wait. Need sun. Need surf. Need sand. Need complete RELAXATION!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
a phone call
I learned last night from my aunt that my grandmother (who's been having issues with high blood pressure for the past few weeks) was admitted to GBMC. They'll be finding out what's going on with her today and hopefully it'll will work out ok. My Aunt knew about the blood pressure battles, but it seemed that medication was helping so she didn't tell any of the grandchildren - my grandmother's wishes due to pride and not wanting to be a burden to the family.
My grandmother and my mom have had their issues, but Mom Mom has ALWAYS been there for me and this is so upsetting. I worry about my Pop Pop and how he's doing while Mom Mom's in the hospital. I'm even worried about who's going to take care of Buddy the ankle-nipping dog.
I'm more than a little angry and hurt that my parents couldn't tell me about any of this. I'm sure the excuse is that they didn't want to worry me, but fuck em. They know how much I love Mom Mom and it could have been one little call, one little email, one little text message - when they knew she was going to the hospital and not 8 hours later, AFTER I hear from someone else - to let me know what's going on. Instead, I'm one of the first people my Aunt calls... and I am so thankful for that, but really Mom and Dad? WTF? Grow the Fuck up and get over yourselves.
My grandmother and my mom have had their issues, but Mom Mom has ALWAYS been there for me and this is so upsetting. I worry about my Pop Pop and how he's doing while Mom Mom's in the hospital. I'm even worried about who's going to take care of Buddy the ankle-nipping dog.
I'm more than a little angry and hurt that my parents couldn't tell me about any of this. I'm sure the excuse is that they didn't want to worry me, but fuck em. They know how much I love Mom Mom and it could have been one little call, one little email, one little text message - when they knew she was going to the hospital and not 8 hours later, AFTER I hear from someone else - to let me know what's going on. Instead, I'm one of the first people my Aunt calls... and I am so thankful for that, but really Mom and Dad? WTF? Grow the Fuck up and get over yourselves.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
grumble to the maxx
Fat, nosy, overtanned, bleached, lazy, squeaky, disorganized, immature, insincere...
She’s “hiding” - is it even possible to hide an orange rhino?
Yacking on her cell phone.
Like no one knows what she’s doing.
She epitomizes EVERYTHING I HATE.
She’s “hiding” - is it even possible to hide an orange rhino?
Yacking on her cell phone.
Like no one knows what she’s doing.
She epitomizes EVERYTHING I HATE.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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