Just shoot me now

[mousme]

Between emergencies that shouldn't be emergencies and people who won't give me clear instructions and then get pissed off when I "screw up," I'm writing this day off as a total loss.

Oh, and add to that total non-emergencies that people still want yesterday.


To all of that I say: fuck you, very hard.



:::ETA:::

I hate paperwork. I hate the photocopier. I hate rush paperwork that makes me have to use all sixteen billion functions on the photocopier that never work the way you want them to and thus fuck up your work six ways to Sunday.

In other words, I want to punch a wall really, really hard right now. Then I want to crawl into a small dark hole and cry.

It's either that or I hurt someone.

Comments

[caitlin.livejournal.com]

*HUGS* I hate when people get on my case for something outside of my control. Seems to happen to me regularly.

As for your office... I have no words.

I can relate to the want to punch a wall right now. today's been that sort of day for me too.

*HUGS* more.

C.

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Forty minutes until the day is over. I just have to not listen to the little voice in my head that's telling me: "Kiiiiiiilllll!"

[luvenditti.livejournal.com]

I say take it out on the photocopier. It's a bitch, it deserves it. Does yours have those weird small spaces that appear on the little screen but not in real life and until you take the one slip of paper out of them the entire machine shuts down? I hate when that happens. I've gotten pretty good at finding those small fucking spaces, though and people keep coming to find me to fix the fucker.

Your place or mine on Sunday? I was thinking soup, spag sauce, maybe some meatloaf and stuffed peppers or cabbage rolls?

[mousme.livejournal.com]

I think your place might be a better bet. I don't think my kitchen is equipped for all that.

We shall go food shopping beforehand, yes?

*does a Happy Cooking Dance*

The photocopier in my case independently decides to screw with paper sizes. So does the printer. Thus I get 8 x 14 stuff printed halfway on 8 x 11 paper. Very, very annoying. :P

[luvenditti.livejournal.com]

yup. you must stroke the machine (however much you'd like to chuck it off the roof). croon to it in dulcet tones. and if all else fails, kick it in the paper tray.

Call me Sunday before you leave. That's all the heads up I'll need, and then when you get here we'll go shopping and then COOK COOK COOK COOK!

[mousme.livejournal.com]

COOKING! WOO!

And gossip while cooking, obviously. ;)