Welcome To My Own Hell

Ok, so, like just about everyone I know, I'm about 3 inches away from setting the building on fire. My patience is running out for the morons I work with, much less the morons that work around me. I don't want to make a big whiny post, but Im going to vent here a bit. Be prepared. You may not care.

*I HATE when people from different departments refuse to acknowledge the world around them. I get this call from someone in Admissions, that goes like this.

THEM: Hi, this is so and so in admissions, calling on behalf of a student. (My anger rises immediately, because students should call for THEMSELVES.)
Me: Ok, whatcha need?
THem: Well, the student needs to send in some test scores. Is there anyway we can get away with just having a fax?
Me: No, it has to be an official copy.
Them: Well, the deadline is tomorrow......what's gonna happen?
Me: .....Doesn't look like they'll make the deadline, huh?
Them: Well...Is there anything we can do?
Me: Yeah, WE can send in OUR stuff on time. I can sit here and forget about this as soon as you hang up.

*I HATE that I work with a person who complains just to complain. SHe's very much the person who thinks its ok for HER to complain, but no one else knows how it is. (which isnt the best way to get on my good side.)

Yesterday, we all got assigned to help on this project that involved putting a book into an envelope. My friend Beth, my best and only non-annoying friend in my department, is in charge of sending out the "Viewbooks", those big pamphlet style things that tell about the University. Because of some BS with our big boss, she ended up getting an order for 8000 yesterday. Keep in mind, that means they have to GO OUT yesterday. SO everyone is assigned to take 4 boxes of 90 each, and put them in envelopes. THats IT. Of course, my crabby coworker, who I will refer to as PAM, is immediately slighted personally.

"When I had that job, we had to send out 8000 Viewbooks EVERY DAY." (Keep in mind, when she had this job, there were 7000 students. Apparently, every student requested 2 new Viewbooks daily.)

"And then, when she had given us all HER work, she took a SMOKE BREAK! Im sorry, you don't hand other people your work and then take a break." As Pam knows, Beth had spent the last hour and a half lugging around literally 100 boxes, all of which weighed upwards of 60 lbs. She also had a fever, having been sick for the past week. Plus, we have assigned smoke breaks now. PLUS, it wasn't BETH's idea to hand all this work to us. The bosses thought we could do it, because we had nothing to do. The whole thing took about two hours to do.

Pam hasnt stopped complaining since. I hate that she can get away with this, just because "She's kinda vocal."(the words of my boss when I complained). You know, not everyone may know this, but Im rather protective of my friends. Every time I hear Pam's grating voice, I want to go in there and shove a stapler.....

*I HATE the cleaning lady. I dont think she's a bad person, but she has been here TWICE this week to vacuum in the middle of the work day.

"Student Records, this is Chris."
"WHAT!?!"
"THIS IS CHRIS!!"
"WHAT!?! ALL I HEAR IS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

Once again, I say something to coworkers about hey, maybe it isnt the best thing for a customer oriented office to not be able to work due to the cleaning people. "Oh she's nice! Leave her alone!"

SHE AINT LEAVING ME ALONE. She was just in here vacuuming my DOORWAY. If this shit doesnt cool down a bit, I may give her a REASON to be up here every other day. (Keep in mind, this is the same cleaning lady who I had to leave my office in the middle of the day for, so she could clean.)

*I HATE being screwed. I had mom call the Pep Boys, to see if they could fix her car horn, which hasnt been working.

PB: Oh yeah, it'll be $85 for the diagnostic to see whats wrong, then Ill be able to tell you how much it'll be to fix the problem.

Me: How much would it be to replace the entire horn assembly, sight unseen?

Pb: $45.

AGH!