Omg, who is in charge of Retrogrades, and why are they acting like such an asshole!?!
… This day has been predictably dickish (coming back from a 3-day sales weekend), but even more than necessary. To be gross and inappropriate (because it’s my fucking blog and I can), today has been a hung-like-a-Clydesdale-mid-f***, kind of day.
… Everyone (including myself) has been an asshole to deal with, rail was late, trucks and builders were no-show, everyone is screaming at and about someone else, on multiple lines, and the urgency of getting a goddamn shed constructed this absolute second, is on par with a heart or kidney transplant …and that is without exaggeration in the least.
What the fuck is wrong with people?!
The only break from insanity I received, was when Cecil stopped by at 1:30 to deliver a coffee and take me outside to breathe and not answer a phone for 20 minutes. Which helped for the 20 minutes, but not enough to really recharge to a necessary level required for Asshole #47 who wanted to go into his independent financials on how he could buy and sell our company ten times over if he wanted, and if I knew what was good for me, I’d find a way to magic the rail delivery to before Thursday, “or else.”
… It wasn’t enough to help with Bitchface #52 who needed me to know that I personally was totally ruining her daughter’s wedding because I couldn’t move our build lead-time to this Saturday. Or Asshat #29 that it doesn’t matter how much “extra cash” you tell me you can throw at the deal, I can’t manufacture a builder from a stack of Jacksons, when they are already booked two months in advance.
I already don’t like people. Days like this launch me into festering-turd-hatred of them.
… And tonight,I need to spend hours making dick jokes at rehearsal…trying to make them funny… when really, it’s just an autobiography of my retail working life, minus the sex. And also, nothing is funny right now!
Not even my go-to “This is fine” Flaming cartoon:
… Or the fact that my sidewalk is growing tomatoes :
NOTHING!!
WHY?!?!
~D