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Right, one problem with Cymbalta: It does absolutely nothing for anger.
My dumb boss asked me a few minutes ago if I saw the e-mail from Don about "resume #9". Don didn't send the e-mail to me, he sent it to the boss. The boss then tells me that resume #9 was missing from the shipment of resumes Albany sent us to give to ACS. Not that HE knew that. He took it to ACS without making copies of them, probably without opening the UPS envelope at all. Copying them would have required actually using a staple remover to feed them into the copier and would have torn him away from the DVD he was undoubtedly watching! So now I have no copies.
The thing that really aggravates me? He says "They were on your desk" with the tone of voice that implies that I'm SO clairvoyant that I should've known sitting in the courthouse that the resumes were delivered and SO gifted at telekinesis that I could open the envelope and make the copies from an entirely different borough.
What the hell. Seriously, what the hell. And he actually got after me before when I forgot to make copies of something! There's seriously not that much of a rush in getting this crappy process started. LEAVE THE SHIT ALONE and let me do my job, kthnx.
ARGH. Next time I'm listening to my mind and staying home.
EDIT: ... and now Don is missing two more resumes (which may or may not be caused by a copier malfunction eating the originals, in which case STOP USING THAT COPIER), and Leila had me go all the way to her desk to start Internet Explorer because she's too much of a boob to understand "Start Menu, All Programs, Internet Explorer". She thought she had lost the internet. You know why she thought that? Because our versions of IE were upgraded to version 7 recently and hers was asking her to set up her preferences. But she doesn't understand what that means, so she calls me, Miss Fix-It. Chances are, next time she loads IE, it'll ask for her preferences again, and I am not going over there. She'll use her brain or she just won't use the internet.
I don't know what's wrong with the world today. It's like everyone I come into contact with took stupid pills.
Meh. It's 11:30. My head hurts. I want to go home.
My dumb boss asked me a few minutes ago if I saw the e-mail from Don about "resume #9". Don didn't send the e-mail to me, he sent it to the boss. The boss then tells me that resume #9 was missing from the shipment of resumes Albany sent us to give to ACS. Not that HE knew that. He took it to ACS without making copies of them, probably without opening the UPS envelope at all. Copying them would have required actually using a staple remover to feed them into the copier and would have torn him away from the DVD he was undoubtedly watching! So now I have no copies.
The thing that really aggravates me? He says "They were on your desk" with the tone of voice that implies that I'm SO clairvoyant that I should've known sitting in the courthouse that the resumes were delivered and SO gifted at telekinesis that I could open the envelope and make the copies from an entirely different borough.
What the hell. Seriously, what the hell. And he actually got after me before when I forgot to make copies of something! There's seriously not that much of a rush in getting this crappy process started. LEAVE THE SHIT ALONE and let me do my job, kthnx.
ARGH. Next time I'm listening to my mind and staying home.
EDIT: ... and now Don is missing two more resumes (which may or may not be caused by a copier malfunction eating the originals, in which case STOP USING THAT COPIER), and Leila had me go all the way to her desk to start Internet Explorer because she's too much of a boob to understand "Start Menu, All Programs, Internet Explorer". She thought she had lost the internet. You know why she thought that? Because our versions of IE were upgraded to version 7 recently and hers was asking her to set up her preferences. But she doesn't understand what that means, so she calls me, Miss Fix-It. Chances are, next time she loads IE, it'll ask for her preferences again, and I am not going over there. She'll use her brain or she just won't use the internet.
I don't know what's wrong with the world today. It's like everyone I come into contact with took stupid pills.
Meh. It's 11:30. My head hurts. I want to go home.
