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May. 6th, 2003
*muttergrumblemumblesnarlgrowl*
May. 6th, 2003 03:25 pmI shouldn't complain. I've had worse days at work, truly I have. I mean, aside from the complaints from another department saying I didn't do my job (fuckers: this job isn't rocket science, and they have their heads up their asses anyway), the day could have been better.
The Peanut Butter Balls have met with limited success, but I suppose it's to be expected that not everyone will like them.
*sigh*
I wanna go to the SCA *now*. Never mind work. I don't feel like spending another two hours and fifteen minutes answering calls from people who don't know how to use their voicemail or who've accidentally locked their cell phones or who want me to credit their last six months' worth of bills and send them a free cell phone just because Bell Mobility is a big corporation which means that *I* have money to give away.
*sigh*
I'm not bitter.
The Peanut Butter Balls have met with limited success, but I suppose it's to be expected that not everyone will like them.
*sigh*
I wanna go to the SCA *now*. Never mind work. I don't feel like spending another two hours and fifteen minutes answering calls from people who don't know how to use their voicemail or who've accidentally locked their cell phones or who want me to credit their last six months' worth of bills and send them a free cell phone just because Bell Mobility is a big corporation which means that *I* have money to give away.
*sigh*
I'm not bitter.
