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Man, has today sucked big time. First, I'm 20 minutes late today. I don't know why. I try and try and try, but I just cannot make myself get to work on time. I'm hoping that a vacation will help me align myself properly. It will help my stress level go down, too, since I won't walk in feeling bad about being late. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ishmael02, great philoshopher that he is, talked about choices yesterday. I chimed in, and agreed that we ALWAYS have a choice. Everything we do we bring on ourselves, through our choices. Well, let me say that my choices regarding work have SUCKED for about 2-3 weeks now.)
There I am. Late. Again. I bought a paper, and breakfast. Even though I'm late, I still feel fairly good, because today I am planning on entering my 2003 financial data into Money. I sat in the back, read the comics, and had breakfast. I was done in less than 5-7 minutes. I do the count, and everything seems to go okay. Of course, the night closer managed to miscount the stamps, and since he's the one they've got entering the End of Day figures right now, there's nothing I can do about it.*sigh* I simply take note of it, and plan to let the CSM know when she calls.
On the whiteboard in the back is a rather innocuous note from her. Basically, I was to send all boxes of change back to the bank. We normally have a problem in that we use just enough change to need more than a box a week, but not enough to warrant two boxes. Surprisingly, we cannot order partial-boxes from the bank.
Then I read the other half of the note. We're going to be audited on Thursday or Friday. Great. This makes my fucking day. You see, the auditors treat everyone as if they think we're a bunch of thieves who just haven't been caught yet. I get nervous just sitting in their presence. Every little move I make I am wondering if that was all it took for them to decide to fire me. I know I'm paranoid, but I honestly don't think I'm imagining it. It's just creepy.
While I was on lunch, someone from corporate came in to try to find our missing money from last week, which is why all of this is happening. Guess what? She didn't find anything. She then told my CSM that the "investigation" would be Thursday or Friday. Investigation? Crap? I'm going to be sat down and asked questions like "What did you do with the money?" and "Who helped you?" I have always had this problem when I get despondent and defensive when I feel that the person I'm talking to doesn't believe me. So, I can only imagine how horrible the day is going to be. And, here I am, 46 hours, 30 minutes from my vacation. Will it be a vacation, or my first week of unemployment? I don't know, and that scares me.
ishmael02, great philoshopher that he is, talked about choices yesterday. I chimed in, and agreed that we ALWAYS have a choice. Everything we do we bring on ourselves, through our choices. Well, let me say that my choices regarding work have SUCKED for about 2-3 weeks now.)There I am. Late. Again. I bought a paper, and breakfast. Even though I'm late, I still feel fairly good, because today I am planning on entering my 2003 financial data into Money. I sat in the back, read the comics, and had breakfast. I was done in less than 5-7 minutes. I do the count, and everything seems to go okay. Of course, the night closer managed to miscount the stamps, and since he's the one they've got entering the End of Day figures right now, there's nothing I can do about it.*sigh* I simply take note of it, and plan to let the CSM know when she calls.
On the whiteboard in the back is a rather innocuous note from her. Basically, I was to send all boxes of change back to the bank. We normally have a problem in that we use just enough change to need more than a box a week, but not enough to warrant two boxes. Surprisingly, we cannot order partial-boxes from the bank.
Then I read the other half of the note. We're going to be audited on Thursday or Friday. Great. This makes my fucking day. You see, the auditors treat everyone as if they think we're a bunch of thieves who just haven't been caught yet. I get nervous just sitting in their presence. Every little move I make I am wondering if that was all it took for them to decide to fire me. I know I'm paranoid, but I honestly don't think I'm imagining it. It's just creepy.
While I was on lunch, someone from corporate came in to try to find our missing money from last week, which is why all of this is happening. Guess what? She didn't find anything. She then told my CSM that the "investigation" would be Thursday or Friday. Investigation? Crap? I'm going to be sat down and asked questions like "What did you do with the money?" and "Who helped you?" I have always had this problem when I get despondent and defensive when I feel that the person I'm talking to doesn't believe me. So, I can only imagine how horrible the day is going to be. And, here I am, 46 hours, 30 minutes from my vacation. Will it be a vacation, or my first week of unemployment? I don't know, and that scares me.
