The Secret Life Of Phnee
Mar. 29th, 2003 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeOkay, so I don't really have a secret life, but it would be nice to have one.
Hell, even a non-secret life that didn't involve work I don't like would be good right about now.
I never mentioned how my encounter with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelevangeline went, because I went for a few days without updating, but suffice it to say that she really is a star. ^_^
Mage last night was a riot. We all laughed until we cried, many jokes about sheep were made, and we actually got in a lot of gaming as opposed to the last few sessions during which we were all too fried to be really coherent or productive.
My week has been largely unspeakable. Objectives not met, cranky clients, regular system failures, and nearly $900 missing on my paycheque.
"Oh, we're terribly sorry, we don't know what happened. Are you sure you entered your hours in properly?"
*refrains from killing person on spot*
"Well, we can pay you on Thursday, but it's too bad you didn't check your pay stub earlier, because then we could have fixed it by Monday."
So, what? I'm supposed to anticipate that they're going to fuck up my paycheque? I mean, I will now, but that's just because I'm going to be freaking paranoid from now on. See, silly me assumed that a big corporation like the one I work for wouldn't screw up and not give me my money.
*kicks the wall in frustration*
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate my job?
Hell, even a non-secret life that didn't involve work I don't like would be good right about now.
I never mentioned how my encounter with
angelevangeline went, because I went for a few days without updating, but suffice it to say that she really is a star. ^_^Mage last night was a riot. We all laughed until we cried, many jokes about sheep were made, and we actually got in a lot of gaming as opposed to the last few sessions during which we were all too fried to be really coherent or productive.
My week has been largely unspeakable. Objectives not met, cranky clients, regular system failures, and nearly $900 missing on my paycheque.
"Oh, we're terribly sorry, we don't know what happened. Are you sure you entered your hours in properly?"
*refrains from killing person on spot*
"Well, we can pay you on Thursday, but it's too bad you didn't check your pay stub earlier, because then we could have fixed it by Monday."
So, what? I'm supposed to anticipate that they're going to fuck up my paycheque? I mean, I will now, but that's just because I'm going to be freaking paranoid from now on. See, silly me assumed that a big corporation like the one I work for wouldn't screw up and not give me my money.
*kicks the wall in frustration*
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate my job?
