I truly, truly think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I am not fit for public consumption today. My day started off with my receiving a message from one of our VP’s who had been asked by Mr. Egomaniac at work to follow up with me in regards to a project I’m in the middle of. That set me off. I called Mr. Egomaniac and unfortunately got his voicemail. I probably would have been kinder and more eloquent if I’d talked to him in person. So, I left him a scathing message that if he had specific questions on the project, our company believes in open and direct communication and he could ask me himself. I think I also may have mentioned that he had fingers and unless he forgot how to use them, he could call and ask me directly if he had specific questions. Something to that effect. Then, I went directly to my boss and told her that she may hear from a certain someone that I had been rude and I was just letting her know that I was. Hey, at least I let people know when I’m being a bitch.
Oh, and can I just say I cannot wait until these damn elections are over. Our two Senatorial candidates are driving me insane. Conrad Burns and John Tester. John says Conrad is a bad man, Conrad says John is a bad man. Quite frankly they’re both politicians ~ so who’s the pot and who’s the kettle? Commercials on all the time ~ on the TV, on the radio, flyers all over town, door-to-door campaigns…and now, the phone calls have started. Yesterday, they called every 90 minutes like clockwork. Now usually, if I don’t recognize a number I don’t answer. And did I mention that the only phone I have is a cell phone ~ every damn call they make is using up my minutes. So this morning, I answered the phone. The kid got maybe 5 words of his spiel in and I told him I’m not interested and not to call me anymore. “Ma’am”, he said, “this is a political issue and we’re exempt from the Do Not Call List”. I eloquently told him “I don’t give a flying fig (or maybe a referred to something about a flying fart in space ~ I don’t remember) about the Do Not Call List. (This from the girl who hates bad metaphors) I told you to quit calling me. This is a cell phone and you’re wasting my minutes.” He said “No problem”. Yeah, I’ll bet. I bet they call again. The assholes.
It’s only 10:30am. Oh and blogger’s ticking me off too.