Crabbypants

People in general, mostly.

Mommie Dearest

Why does everyone think I'm their fucking mother?

my favorite song, right now, this minute, is

"Don't Go Away Mad, Just Go Away" by Motley Crue.
Followed by "Leave (Get Out)" by JoJo, but only for the title.

special fucking needs

if you are a high strung, overly sensitive person with a persecution complex then YOU SHOULD NOT BE IN CUSTOMER SERVICE because i guaran-fucking-tee you SOMEONE during the day is going to be unhappy about SOMETHING and will let you know.
jesus fucking christ!

Ms. Pharmacist

You know, I can see you back there, yack yack yacking with your colleague and having a good old gossip behind the stacks of pills, totally disregarding the queue that is piling up in front of the counter.

You know, because we just go to Boots because it's such a FUN and HAPPY and EXCITING PLACE, not, you know, because some of us might be ill, or in pain, or maybe even dying, or perhaps just waiting to get their anti-anxiety anti-depressants that make them not BLOW UP AND EXPLODE WITH FREAKING RAGE AND KICK YOUR ARSE INSTEAD OF JUST A DISPLAY COUNTER WITH ANGER if we don't take them regularly.

Just saying, like.

so i think the finished books look bad, and you tell me to go ahead and ship them anyway.
and then you tell me to call the customer to see how he likes them, so i can hear from the tone in his voice how he really feels, because you are very nervous about them.
so then why the fuck did you tell me to send them out the way they were instead of fucking re-doing them like i said we should???

screw you

The little snot who speaks seven languages just made a snotty comment about why should I get the super-nice monitor, I'm just a sub, and I snapped "Because I work harder," and he gave me a perplexed glare and I felt kind of bad but then it was like, dude, fuck off. Don't make snotty comments about my placement versus yours on the food chain and then take offense when I snap back.

know what I love?

Coming in on Monday morning to find a stack of papers on my desk, as though I haven't been here a year and know where to find the work. The fucker is ON VACATION and STILL trying to micromanage me. Fucking HELL!

i do not fucking need sound effects for every fucking thing you do all day. i do not need you to smack your lips and lick your fingers loudly when you eat, i do not need to hear you whine and murmur to yourself when you are confused or dismayed, i do not need to hear a loud play by play of your conversation with the bicycle shop when i am at lunch and have my noise-reducing headphones on.
and thanks for stealing the microwave from me, you fucking heifer.

dear random caller patched through by switchboard using eenie meenie miney moe technique:

DO NOT FUCKING TALK OVER ME WHEN I AM TRYING TO HELP YOUR ASS!