May I just start out by saying simply this:
FUCK THIS WEEK.
I swear to whatever the fucking deity you choose; this has been a week from hell.
If you consider my training as part of it, I put in a 50+ hour work week which would have been longer had last night not happened.
What happened last night?
I found out that my debit card number was stolen. My bank put a “decline” on it after someone charged almost $100 to it from a place in New York City – at 11:30 pm. I don’t think they tried to call me. To be fair, maybe they still have the landline from many years ago on the account. Who knows. All I know is that I’m thankful I generally have cash on me just in case. Yeah, I found this issue out while I was trying to pay for groceries. Also, I found out about this after being declined for groceries and spending 30 minutes on hold before getting an agent.
So, I had to bail work at 4ish today in order to make it to the bank for cash since I won’t get a new debit card for 5-7 days. I refused to pay the $25 expedite fee in order to maybe get it in 3-5 days. Yeah, I’m a cheapskate.
Yesterday, I had a meeting where, to say the room was hostile, may be an understatement. I walked into the room and the negative just hit me in a way that surprised me. Then it was *BOOM* – a flood of bullshit from the users. Weeee……
I thought we got it to a decent place when I left the meeting. But that was blown out of the water when I got an email this morning. I got the email as did my boss…..and several other directors and above. So much for putting things to rest.
What was funny is the author was one of the hostile ones the day before. When I commented he was hostile, people were surprised because the guy has never shown signs of even the potential of that. After they got his email today, they were all like, “What an asshole!” And he only got worse as time went on. Yes, I did sit there smugly thinking,”see – I wasn’t exaggerating!”
It ended up being a bonding experience in the end. But fuck – I have so many balls in the air that you’d think I had some sort of bukkake fetish.
That is why when someone asked what I was doing tonight, I answered: Drinking.
Seems like an appropriate response.