Old Post's, please enjoy

Today, I am trying to motivate and write about my life, which is something I enjoy...but haven't done in, forever. Please raise your glass, for motivation....ps, I am pulling these from my livejournal blog (remember live journal, jeez) circa 2004-2006
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
12:24PM - Office....lingo, assholes, characters and annoyances
As I walked into work this morning I was greeted by my lovely VP who informs me that I have done something wrong (well more like forgotten to do something for about 3 months, Oh happy Day!) Which, just for your information is not true, the application I supposedly have left out of our new hire info packets has been there all along. Unfortunately no matter how much I like them, the new hires take awhile to catch on...putting two and two together does not always make four.....if you know what I mean. Meanwhile, on the other side of the cubicle, I hear my VP giving a lecture, or as she likes to call it reinforcement training, which is just a lot of common sense crap, with fancy wording......if I have to hear how you bridge an appointment, how hungry you must be to succeed in this business, how you need a mission, how to stay on the right side of the trouble line and basically how you have to lie, cheat and steal if you want to make it in sales, I’m gonna fucking puke. Damn you Mr. Sandler!!!!! On top of the fact that it’s gorgeous outside and I’m stuck in here till 6 pm, probably with no break, I have to sit on my already spreading ass and thighs and watch these nut jobs, deal with, most times even nuttier clients. They drive me to the brink, and let me tell you I am already there, so I have nowhere to go. You know how sometimes just the sight of someone drives you crazy. Well half of this office is tied for the number one spot. If you stand in front of my desk, waiting for me to notice you, ask you if you need something, tell you to go away or are expecting me to offer you some of my heavenly and damn expensive café latte...you got another thing coming bucko....because I’m not interested in what your cat did last night, how long you were in the bathroom this morning, how many guys you gave blow jobs too on the dance floor at splash, how many gallons of water I should be drinking a day, or to just sit and smile when you are plainly staring at my tits.....we are traveling on the same highway and your going 15 mph in the fast lane. Get the fuck out of my way, because I have a job to do. The most frustrating thing is that, in the simplest terms I work for you (I am your support staff, your administrative goddess, your secretary, and most importantly your receptionist) Don’t cross me, don’t piss me off, and DO NOT BERATE ME (I’m talking management here) Just like you have no tolerance for numbers being discussed in public, no tolerance for client prospects being discussed in public, and the inability to use spell check (yes, I understand that has no connection but I had to throw it in) Does not mean you have the right to berate me in front of my co-workers. You do realize that I log all this negativity away to use on that special day when I either quit or have had enough of your bull crap to yank you into your loft like office digs and tell you exactly where to shove it so you either fire me for being “insubordinate”, or apologize profusely and give me a raise. I am tired, I have spring fever, I need a PAID vacation, and I want to be respected.Sadly, it’ll never happen.
Current mood: working