2003-05-05 - 7:08 p.m.
Breathe in, breathe out
I’m too young to have blood pressure like this.
At the moment, and I mean right now, I’m in a spot where I know that if I don’t sit down and breathe and collect myself, it could affect me physically in a pretty serious way. So I’m breathing and writing to kind of let this all loose.
I was hoping to be all positive this week. No dice.
It all started on Friday afternoon. I spent all day Friday doing busy things, but nothing too crazy. It was actually pretty slow. Then, at 4:30 pm, everything changed. You see, on Wednesday I took some sketches downstairs to the mailroom, asked them to package them and ship them out. I gave them the FedEx labels already filled out. I pointed out that these were VERY IMPORTANT packages, and I asked them to wrap them to minimize damage.
I called the hotel on Friday. Nothing had arrived. I thought there was a chance the sketches were still in the mailroom, which would be fine—pack up and ship them out overnight. No, they told me. Those were sent out on Thursday.
Thursday? I asked. Thursday or Wednesday? No, Thursday.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So basically I made them get their asses in gear. They tried to put it on me, saying that I had asked for them not to be damaged, so they had to wait for the right materials. What, and they couldn’t call me to let me know? I would have changed the FedEx labels, you idiots. Long story short, I ended up going home at 6 anyway and handling it from home, just so I could grab a drink.
Well, I thought that was done. It’s not. My boss sent an email to Administration, in which he defended me TOTALLY and jumped on the mailroom for being schmucks who don’t do their jobs. SHE, in turn, wrote back and basically tried to blame ME for not following through and not getting the package downstairs on time (which is SHIT—I brought it on Wednesday) and not following up in time (excuse me?). They didn’t do their fucking JOBS. My boss is not pleased.
Now it turns out that FedEx forgot to deliver ANOTHER package on Saturday that was sent from a different office. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
So, this is my day. Serenity now!!!!!!!!!!!
Besides that...
I had a lovely weekend. On Saturday, I went to my dance class for the first time in 3 weeks. Had a great time. There weren’t many people there, so it was nice and roomy, and Maurice did a combination that I’d done before, so I just let loose and had fun. Then I went out for sushi with the girls, then to a comedy club. Awesome. Yesterday I met booger for dim sum (so, so unbelievably YUMMY!), then I went home and sat around all day. Excellent. I also made a Trader Joe’s rack of lamb for dinner, which was so, so good. Did the laundry. A good weekend.
But now I’m back at work. And trying to breathe.
Four more weeks. Four more weeks. Four more weeks.
