I've probably had the worst week of the year, from Monday all the way up to today. I am so fucking grateful that I'm home and don't have to deal with the insanity that is work for the next two days.
Here's my week in a quick review:
Monday: I had a major attack of depression and was unable to go to work. (See approximately one to two posts before this one.)
Tuesday: It was... well, Tuesday at the drug unit, which is usually 'nuff said. I was two hours late because someone had a seizure on the train and we all had to wait for an ambulance. However, keep in mind - this is Baltimore City. So the two hour wait was normal, heh. One of my coworkers (the one who refuses to leave me the fuck alone) was getting on my LAST nerve and I nearly told her to STFU, etc. Luckily I was able to keep my mouth shut. But barely. And I had to spend almost the entirety of the morning arguing with my insurance company to attempt to get an appointment for the therapy that I so desperately fucking need.
Wednesday: The train was late AGAIN - this time the excuse was that the rails were frozen and they were "trying to clear the ice off of the tracks" - so how come the fucking Amtrak train that I bought a ticket for (at 15 extra dollars) was running just fine? Anyone have an answer for that one? (And I STILL got there late - but 5 minutes late, not 2 hours.) And I got singled out in the monthly staff meeting for simply asking a question about procedure. Great.
Thursday: Probably one of the worst days ever. A coworker had a snit with me over something that happened in the staff meeting that I got bawled out in the PREVIOUS day and gave me 'the silent treatment' like a sniveling 4 year old. Every asshole that walked through the door was pissy, loud and just fucking rude. I had an entire bottle of diet Pepsi spill into my good purse - ruining my checkbook, my wallet, the book I was reading, AND my MARC train pass for the month. And I got out of work 30 minutes late because of said assholes deciding that we didn't mean what we said when we said we closed at fucking 5pm for the holidays.
Friday (today): I got to work to find out that some very important papers were MISSING - which could have meant my job AND my ass. (Luckily I found out that I'd accidentally shredded them - still a bonehead move but at least one that saved my job, and my ass, heh.) An asshole that walked through the door today gave me shit about updating a photograph and claimed that "he'd remember my name and that I'd hear from him" - as if that's going to bother me, I'm not the one with the criminal record, dickcheese - and it was disgustingly busy all day today. Friday is usually dead. Not this Friday. Not at all.
So... I think I can easily say, thank fucking Christ this week is over. I've already informed everyone I know that my "favor bank" is fucking tapped out tonight. I am not doing one goddamned thing tonight that isn't for myself or doesn't benefit ME in some way. And if people find that selfish, oh fucking well, heh.
Yep. I'm cursing up a storm - it's obvious that I'm angry. But I'm going to kick back, enjoy some hot Chinese food, cuddle up on my sofa, and surf the 'net/do whatever I want to (which tonight is nothing at all, heh).
Christ. I fucking pray next week isn't going to be this bad. I can't take it.
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