At Least I Still Have a Job

This week has been pretty craptastic to say the least. First, the stopping smoking thing has not really been working out for me. Mainly because I didn't stop smoking, and that puts a hinder on quitting. Well that's not actually true. I did stop. For 5 days. And I turned into such a mean and nasty person that BD actually stopped the car and bought me some smokes. So apparently, he would rather be married to someone with lung cancer than someone that is a raving lunatic and/or huge bitch.

Then on Monday, I was in such a bad mood, and my boss completely pushed me over the proverbial edge. There was a box in my office when I came back from lunch. Then she walked in, and the conversation went a little something like this:

Boss - "Why haven't you sent these books out, they're a month overdue"
SPM - "Dude, today is the first time I've even seen said box."
Boss - "This box has been sitting in my office for a month! It should have been done!"
SPM - "Well, if it's been in your office, how am I supposed to know about it?"
Boss - "You open my mail don't you? You should have opened the box!"
SPM - "That doesn't even make sense!"

So then she stomps out and I begrudgingly get the labels made and envelopes to send out these stupid journals. I walk over and open the box and it is not.even.books. It is stuff she left at the hotel on her last business trip. I was livid. I drug that damn box back into her office, stood up, put my hands on my hips. And then I verbally bitch slapped her.

"Next time you want to yell at me about something not being done, make sure you open the damn box first!!!"

So yeah. Then we had an hour and a half meeting about respect or something. And she took away my 4 day-10 hour work schedule. Do you know what that means? It means I have to work fucking Fridays again. GAH! So basically my new year's resolution has come back to bite me in the ass. I will never make another resolution. Mark my words!