LET'S NOT EVEN DISCUSS TODAY!

No, let's.

Okay, so we were effing SWAMPED today, and as I expected, we were freaking inundated between three thirty and five--just when it's most busy anyway. I worked out a system with Geoff--that's That Guy, you know--where he was supposed to take the calls while I did all the hheavy work. Here's how it broke down: I did all the wards while he cleaned two cages. And I ended up taking the calls too.

But I was nice about it. Now remember, Nancy was riding me because she'd said that I'd always been "mean" to him, on one hand telling me that he needs to be constantly told what to do, and on the other sayiing when I told him what needed to be done, I was a bitch. My reply to her was that I'd never been any ruder to him than she had been to me in all the years I'd been there, when she would snap at me for things that had yet to be done. And I mentioned that a part of my issue was that I was always the one working, and yet I was still getting the brunt of "OMGs WHY ISN'T THIS DONE YET!?!"

I don't know, why don't you ask the douche who is standing there with is thumb up his ass?

So comes 4:55 and after all of this, and a day of me going, "Geoff, have you done such and such yet?" and his invariable reply of, "Oh, uhh, I was uhh, just going. To do. That." and when it took him a full fifteen minutes to wind up the stupid hose, I was SO FINISHED. Nancy was in the kitchen and I yawned and stretched and said, "Wow!" She said, "Wow what?" And I said, "I can't believe it's over!"

She turned on me and said, "It's not over! We just got in an entire order of food and we've been trying to put it away!" I told her, "Well jeez, I didn't know," and she snapped, "That's because you've just been standing there!"

So I snapped right back, "I have not been just standing here for christsakes! I've been actually working."

Then she said, "Oh, sorry. I'm just cranky 'cause I'm all sweaty."

What she doesn't realize is that this is exactly the way I do not talk to Geoff even when he DOESN'T DO ANYTHING.

The kicker is that I actually took the food down stairs, and Geoff took a few cases down too after he saw me doing it. Downstairs I was just pissed off and frustrated and he had the nerve to ask me what was wrong. I just gave him a withering look and went about my business.

As I was getting into my car Nancy came to talk to me and I thought, "Well maybe she realizes that she just proved my point entirely," but instead she just talked about one of the dogs, and a motorbike that she wants. I sensed that she felt bad but she still didn't say anything about it.


I swear to god, I don't know how much more of that stuff I can take. LOCKED FOR STALKER.

LET'S NOT EVEN DISCUSS TODAY!

No, let's.

Okay, so we were effing SWAMPED today, and as I expected, we were freaking inundated between three thirty and five--just when it's most busy anyway. I worked out a system with Geoff--that's That Guy, you know--where he was supposed to take the calls while I did all the hheavy work. Here's how it broke down: I did all the wards while he cleaned two cages. And I ended up taking the calls too.

But I was nice about it. Now remember, Nancy was riding me because she'd said that I'd always been "mean" to him, on one hand telling me that he needs to be constantly told what to do, and on the other sayiing when I told him what needed to be done, I was a bitch. My reply to her was that I'd never been any ruder to him than she had been to me in all the years I'd been there, when she would snap at me for things that had yet to be done. And I mentioned that a part of my issue was that I was always the one working, and yet I was still getting the brunt of "OMGs WHY ISN'T THIS DONE YET!?!"

I don't know, why don't you ask the douche who is standing there with is thumb up his ass?

So comes 4:55 and after all of this, and a day of me going, "Geoff, have you done such and such yet?" and his invariable reply of, "Oh, uhh, I was uhh, just going. To do. That." and when it took him a full fifteen minutes to wind up the stupid hose, I was SO FINISHED. Nancy was in the kitchen and I yawned and stretched and said, "Wow!" She said, "Wow what?" And I said, "I can't believe it's over!"

She turned on me and said, "It's not over! We just got in an entire order of food and we've been trying to put it away!" I told her, "Well jeez, I didn't know," and she snapped, "That's because you've just been standing there!"

So I snapped right back, "I have not been just standing here for christsakes! I've been actually working."

Then she said, "Oh, sorry. I'm just cranky 'cause I'm all sweaty."

What she doesn't realize is that this is exactly the way I do not talk to Geoff even when he DOESN'T DO ANYTHING.

The kicker is that I actually took the food down stairs, and Geoff took a few cases down too after he saw me doing it. Downstairs I was just pissed off and frustrated and he had the nerve to ask me what was wrong. I just gave him a withering look and went about my business.

As I was getting into my car Nancy came to talk to me and I thought, "Well maybe she realizes that she just proved my point entirely," but instead she just talked about one of the dogs, and a motorbike that she wants. I sensed that she felt bad but she still didn't say anything about it.


I swear to god, I don't know how much more of that stuff I can take.