March 9th, 2002:
There's a word used to refer to people that love to make you suffer, even
if they know they're doing it. That word is...well, I shouldn't say it
because it's not a nice word, but it's two syllables long. First syllable
is another word for donkey and the second syllable is the word used to
describe the gap in the center of a donut.
The story begins when I find out that someone wouldn't be showing up for
work this day, resulting in my boss telling me to fill in for him, on
top of the regular things I do each week. Not an overly bad thing considering
I've done it once or twice in the past. Not exactly the kind of thing
I want to do, but in a pinch, I'll do as much as I could.
It quickly turned from bad to worse when my boss then tells me I have
to do a certain accounting thing the same day, a task that takes me about
2 hours to do, as well as something else that takes me roughly 2-3 hours
to do. So that's about 4-5 hours of my 8 hours gone right there, and that's
not even touching my regular tasks and the tasks of the guy I'm filling
All I could do is roll my eyes.
I start with one thing, only to be constantly pestered by others to hurry
up so they can get going. I just turned to them and told them to quit
they bellyaching and relax.
When they kept on their pestering, I basically put it into neutral and
went at an even slower pace, while all the time kept thinking "you
want to be smartasses, I'll teach you a lesson."
I knew that if my boss came to me and asked what was taking so long, I'd
have the excuse of all the extra work I was given and I only have two
hands, now could I be in two places at once, so someone has to wait, whether
they like it or not. My boss wouldn't be able to do a thing about that
because there was nothing that he could do. What would he say? Go there
and take care of them and have these people sit and wait? Or finish this
task and let the others wait? Or, could he say the impossible and insist
I leave half my body to take care of this task and send the other half
of my body over to the other side and take care of that task?
Yeah, I finished what I was doing at the time and then headed over to
the other one, all the while boiling inside with frustration and anger.
So much so that I started to leave things in a difficult position for
the next person who has to do the job so they can realize how bad the
left it for me.
I smashed someone's popcan all over the floor on my way to the other task,
not bothering to clean it up, and uttering swear words under my breath.
time flew by quickly and I came to the decision that I'd only do the things
I would normally do when I'm there and if there was time left over, I'd
do whatever I could for the guy that wasn't there.
never got done and I didn't care.
being able to leave work and come home, I hit my bed in hopes of getting
an hour or two nap in, but that went no where.
I just layed there, flip-flopping from side to side without one minute
knew then that it just wasn't my day.
was your day?