Rae
20 January 2012 @ 10:05 am
>.>'  
Sir Sales Manager comes in and asks how I feel about having my old marketing position back--HE mentions that he thought I seemed somewhat frustrated with the office work the past month or two (note: I've been doing that job for over a year, so a little frustration in the last two months is not exactly indicative of me hating the job, IMHO.) I agree that, yes, I was a tiny bit frustrated in general, and that, after awhile, explaining the same thing repetitively to customers who don't want to listen (IE, the exact same customer who asks the exact same questions month in, month out, despite having been with us for over a decade) can get a little old.  This is not something I ever said TO a customer, or got frustrated about to their face.  I know better.

So he immediately puts it off on my generation having no patience for anything, ever

Um, no.  Thank you very much, but I put up with a LOAD of shit with a smile.  My expressing a moment's frustration (BECAUSE YOU ASKED) does not make me, or people loosely related to me by age alone, "constantly impatient with other people's 'stupid' even though we've had to watch y'all grow up and let me tell you~."

Of course, this is the same guy who thinks he's not racist because he's "colourblind," proudly proclaims his "Non-PC" status at least five times a day, likes to go off about how he managed to pay off his student loans with no problem twenty fucking years ago and doesn't see how anything has changed in that time so what are these people bitching about, and believes that socialism equates to communism. 

 
 
 
Rae
21 October 2011 @ 03:00 pm

So I’m sitting at my desk being all


And then Sir Service Manager comes up and he’s all

And I’m all


And finally he leaves, so I can be more like


But then Sir Service Dude comes in, and he wants to be all


And then Sir Service Manager comes back, and they’re both all


about whatever jerk-off-of-the-week is giving them problems right now, while I’m just sitting there like


because I don’t want to look like


but goddammit, this happens every. single. day.


And that is why my lunch is always cold.


 
 
Rae
24 June 2011 @ 03:34 pm
Hm  
I don't do drugs.  Really, I don't.  (Unless you count caffeine, without which my life would have no meaning.)

Today I feel like what I imagine I would feel like, were I on drugs.  Every question or conversation directed at me has been met with the same reaction:





...

Of course, it actually isn't.