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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

MAJORLY PISSED

Okay, I have to vent.

So, about 10:30 this morning, my receptionist comes to my door with the cleaning lady.

R:"Hey Chris? When were you going to lunch?"
C:"I dont know."
...pause...
R:"Cause she wants to clean your office."
...pause...
R:"Do you not have any idea?"
C:"Can you give me five minutes to check a couple things? It is only 10:30, and Im kinda working here."

So, at 11, we go downstairs to an office party (raping). I eat in my friend Beth's office, and then we go down for a smoke break. So, about 12:20, when I get back, Ive been gone an hour and 15 minutes. The cleaning lady walks in, starts unpacking her stuff, and proceeds to give me a look, like "Are you gonna just SIT THERE!?"

The receptionist walks in, and says "Oops! I told her you were gone!"

Few thoughts.

*First of all, "Yeah, I was gone FOR A FUCKING HOUR AND A HALF. Funny that its WHEN I GET BACK that you tell her to get to work."

*You'd like to clean my office? How about I'd like to be able to sit and work and BE in my own GD office!

*They can't come clean my office in any of the 23 hours I'm NOT in my office!?!

*The cleaning lady is well liked around here, and I guess it IS a crap job, but how about this: DONT EVER COME INTO MY OFFICE AGAIN WITHOUT A BJ WAITING! I am SICK of people coming into my office and DEMANDING things. BLOW ME, ALL OF YOU EFFS.

And I tell you what, it doesn't help that in the first five SECONDS of me being able to GET BACK INTO my own FUCKING office, that the DUMBASS receptionist sends me a call that any MORON who has WALKED PAST a college can answer. Good thing she's here to FILTER some of the HUNDREDS of calls we get.

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH

I think Im ok now.

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