June 17th, 2009

The problem with working in a mine field....

Is that you never know where the fucking mines are.

So after, yesterday's crapola died down, with Stupid Lady basically saying that it was totally her fault, and we were awesome and what would she do without us....blah blah blah...about an hour later I get a call from the Regional Manager.

Turns out SOME ONE called the Travel Manager and complained that I had been yelling.

Now I'm not gonna deny this. I might have let out a bit of McEnroe-esque shouting for a few seconds, about how I could not believe this and grumble grumble grumble. But calling the regional manager to report it? How about coming over to my office and mentioning that there is work going on and asking nicely for me to be more mindful. The fact that I had to hear it from the Regional Manager is extremely demoralizing and made me totally not want to come in this morning.

I am so sick of this shit.