Do you know I'm supposed to be on leave tomorrow?
But because they fucking did not give me what I need by last week, I've to be back! Oh and I can't even confirm that I can get the things tomorrow! So I could be there, fucking sit around, waste a day or half a day which could be used to do other stuff (please don't tell me stuff that you know and I know because I'll be fucking pissed off; I do not know) and that is just so fucking unfair!
Is it my fault that the things could not be given to me? It's not like if I continued to hover around till midnight, they would give it to me. For fuck's sake! Imagine if I make that fucking trip all the way down tomorrow and they're like, SORRY, not done. Can't be done. Closing.
Then how? I sit there and admire nails? Or online shop? Seriously, I could be doing other things. You know, on leave things?
Wahlau I am just so fucking pissed off.
Did every one else die? So there's nobody left to do this? Why is someone who is supposed to be on leave called back; no wait, it's automatically assumed will come back?
This is how fucked up things are. What the fuck is 3 years? What the fuck is taking over a job after every one else quits?
No, it really drives me nuts that I'm not in control of what I can do and what I can't. I don't have a specific responsibility; I can be asked to handle anything. When people are uncaring, I have to do their part. Does that make me look better? No. Nobody freaking cares. As long as the work is done, who gives a fuck who did it?
Then you have people who are very free while you're totally swamped and drowning in work and you wonder "wahlau can't they just be asked to help out? did they die and I was not informed?"
Seriously.
And honestly, it's not like I want to be here. If you'd just give me the info I need, I don't have to come back. I don't want to come back. Do you know because of you and your fucked up schedule, I have to sacrifice my own time and cater to your whims? What the hell is this? I don't operate around your schedule! So let's say you're done at 10, you throw it to me and go home. What can I do with it? I can't do anything with it! And yet I'm still there at 10? Does this sound fucked up or what?
Oh, and if you're in office, you can just scan the fucking doc over. You don't need to specially inform me to do it. Like, please come back to do it specially for me. Because for some strange reason, the copier has a restraining order against me so I can't go near it and need you to scan it.
Wahlau, for the millionth time, every one else died huh? It's just one document and what, you think I should come back from my leave to scan it for you. Like, hey I just came in to scan this fucking thing over. Okay that's done so I'm leaving now. Pffft.
After typing this, I feel damn angry.
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