Marge keeps saying, "It feels like a real Monday doesn't it Liz?" Whatever that means. If she means did I get that "I want to kill myself" feeling by simply stepping into the building this morning then yeah sure, it feels like a Monday. But I sort of get that feeling everyday. At this place a Monday doesn't really feel that different from a Friday or a Tuesday. But each day has a distinct feeling to Marge. I don't quite get it. It isn't like we have a free money day or take a nap at your desk day. We have the same stupid regular days that everyone else has. Regardless of what day it actually is we still have to be here the same number of hours and do the same stupid shit.
Every day here has the same effect on me. I don't care what day it is, or even what day it feels like. Marge gets even more confused when a Monday feels like a Thursday or god-forbid a Friday feels like a Monday. I simply say "yeah it sure does." But in this case it is a Monday so shouldn't it make sense for it to feel like a Monday? If these particular days do in fact have "feelings" then shouldn't she only comment when it feels like a different day? Not that I am advocating for her to do any more talking than absolutely necessary...but if she is going to make a really stupid comment than it should at least be a stupid comment that makes sense and is in some way relevant.
If it is a Wednesday and it feels like a Tuesday sure why not, go ahead tell me. I can deal with that. But if it is a Monday and it feels like a Monday what the fuck do you need to make an announcement for? That is like eating ice cream and saying...it tastes like I am eating ice cream. If it is a workday, it matters not which one because I am here, at work, staring at my screen, getting older by the second, and wishing I was some place else. That happens on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. So whatever it may "feel" like to Marge, I don't really give a fuck.
Another thing Marge is big on is announcing that "today's one of those days" I am not quite sure what she means by that either. One of “those” days. A day she actually has work to keep her busy? Come on. You don't need to announce it. The only thing I have seen her do all day is print out a couple of documents, get in my way, and tell me what kind of day it feels like. It isn't like she has been bombarded with phone calls and assignments. She is pretty much doing the same thing she does everyday, nothing, annoying me, and messing things up.
Sure we all make mistakes at work. I do stupid shit ALL the time. But as I have mentioned before she messes up when she is doing things that she didn't even need to do in the first place. Then she gets extremely flustered and cops a 'tude with the very people who are trying to help her get out of the mess she never should have gotten into in the first place. She can't get the labels to print out correctly...she freaks out and calls the help desk. She talks in this voice that you would think should only be reserved for nuns at Catholic school (you know the mean ones that hit kids on the fingers with rulers). She demands they fix the problem and hangs up. She looks to me for sympathy. She isn't going to get it. I may hate these people and this job but I would never yell at someone like that. That is why I have my blog, to vent my frustrations.
Anyway, she calls the help desk 15 times and gets very upset because it isn't working and they can't fix it and the phone is ringing and everything is backed up. What does she mean by everything? Well most likely a copy needs to be made that she was told could "wait until tomorrow." When I am told a copy can wait until tomorrow, I do just that...wait until tomorrow. She freaks out and bulldozes her way to the copy machine telling everyone she is in a rush. Why create more stress for yourself Marge?
So it is one of "those" days and she looks like she wants to burst into tears. All over labels. What were the labels for you ask? Folders that didn't even need labeling. All that for nothing. Then she starts talking about missing lunch and being late for an appointment after work, because she got caught up with the labels and the copying (copies that “could wait until tomorrow”). Blah Blah Blah. Of course all of this could have been avoided if she hadn't bothered making labels that didn't need to be made, well that and if I had told her all she needed to do was go to page setup and change the paper tray. But she hardly listens to me anyway when I tell her how to do things, and as annoying as it is to see her get all worked up over nothing it is also kind of funny. Cruel maybe...but it is just soooo annoying having any unnecessary conversations with this woman.
Maybe she will take some time off from finding things for herself to do start surfing the net, stumble across this, realize it is about her, freak out, and than run out and get a prescription of Xanax.
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