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Later, when I get home. I'll just update this entry with a cut or something.

So, today should have been a good day, right? It wasn't. I didn't want to be there, and that just ruined everything. It was made worse by two things:

One, Penny called me at five to four to tell me our meeting tomorrow has to be moved, because Fofie's holding a class in there pretty much all day. She tells me this at four. So I'm already irritated that she didn't notice this until the end of the day. Fine. It happens, maybe, right?

I call upstairs to see if their rooms are available.

Remind me to never call Jacqueline Arnold ever again. I don't care if I'm coughing up ridiculous amounts of blood.

When I'm on the phone, I always start with my name and my location. That's what I do. Always. I'm still new there, and the 24th floor people won't know who I am unless I say I'm Kwesi's assistant. I did that when I called THAT thing. I said, "Hi, this is Christina on the 23rd floor." And then I had to repeat myself because she interrupted me before I could finish and therefore didn't hear me. I added, "Kwesi's secretary."

And she says, with the snottiest attitude I've ever heard, "What about you?"

That set me off. You know what about me? I have manners, you dumb ho. You could learn a thing or two from me. I hate phones, but I know how to conduct myself on one. Idiot.

Whatever. Long story short, we don't have a room for tomorrow. I called one of the other women up there, and the rooms are all booked. Guess what? Shouldn't have been left 'til the last minute. Oh well. Better luck next time. And NO ONE better get on my case about it tomorrow.

I swear, there's this lack of initiative on these people's parts. I'm going on three months being there and STILL don't have my access card/ID. Three bloody months. I had a temporary ID the very first day I GOT to Tax & Finance, and had my actual ID within the first week. Tax sucks, but Tax got shit done and didn't wait until the last minute to do damn near everything.

So tempted to take off tomorrow. I really am. I don't care at this point.

February 15th, now. Right now. I need a vacation from life as I know it.