Okay, so I was in an accident. So I lost a whole day. So why is my entire week fucked up as a result?
Oh, yeah! Because I packed an entire week's worth of activities into that Sunday! Including finishing most of my Easter candy orders.
Buuuut...some asshole had to hit me. Then run off. Then come back and try to blame me. And he's probably sitting somewhere with his feet up watching the daytime soaps and eating Doritos and I feel like my head is about to spin off my shoulders.
I am behind on literally everything. I did no beta-work this week. I'm behind on candy. I haven't finished Bobby's birthday story. I haven't worked on any other writing. I'm a month behind on my readings. This is the month that I'm supposed to study PHP, but I haven't even cracked open the book, except to read the first chapter in the car while waiting for Bobby to finish in Play It Again Sports. I am behind on my RPG/D&D.
The Warrant Gods decided to shower me with warrants this week. Is it to much to ask people to do their fucking jobs on a consistent basis so that we don't get ten warrants one week and sixty the next? I don't mind running warrants; it's not an issue of doing my job, but when it takes them two weeks to enter a warrant into MILES/NCIC and type up a mostly incorrect coversheet...WTF??
Also, apparently, I know everything. As nice a thought as that is, it's annoying when the stupid, incompetent people that work for this agency call looking for all sorts of information about people who don't even work here. "Is this the proper delivery address for CMU?" Do I look like CMU? Did I answer the phone "CMU?" "What kinds of file folders does Bill want me to order?" How the fuck should I know? Do I look like Bill? Does Bill even work here? Has Bill ever worked here?
(The person in both questions above is some idiot named Mimi who works in Finance. Those of you who have been around long enough to remember when they suddenly raised our cell phone rates to eight cents a minute without telling us until we got a bill for [literally] about $2000 might remember that she was responsible for that fiasco too. When Johnny the Boss asked why she didn't tell us that our rates were being raised to eight cents a minute (incoming and outgoing calls), she laughed and said, "You don't expect me to remember that, do you?" Ummm...YES!!!)
And I'm tired of coworkers too lazy to come into the office to pick up their warrants and paperwork, so they expect me to dictate over the Nextel to them. So that they can sit in a damned bar somewhere and collect a paycheck because Heaven forbid they stop into the office and get their stuff like everyone else does!
(The team in question serves Anne Arundel County. And our office is in...Anne Arundel County. ... )
The good thing is that I can console myself now that I work harder than they do but I also make nearly the same that they do...which is better than making 11K less, like I used to.
I still haven't heard about my car. It's been six days now.
Oh, and while I'm ranting, here is something I've noticed as of late that really pisses me off: Ginormous companies that--because of our lovely Presidential administration, not to mention Republican-controlled Congress, and their ties to Big Business--raise their rates to the point where we are nearly broken and then have the nerve to start an ad campaign beseeching us to make sacrifices to "cut costs."
The biggest example to come to mind right now is Baltimore Gas and Electric: Our electric bill in Maryland will be going up 72% this summer. No, that is not a typo; I did not forget a dot. 72%. And BG&E just started an ad campaign featuring a very gregarious-sounding woman named Rhonda (or something) about "how to cut energy costs." You know, lower your thermostat. Sure, freeze! But you'll pay less on your energy bill! Or take shorter showers! Never mind that you have three feet of hair to wash...you'll save on your energy bill!
You know what else would save me on my energy bill? If the opportunistic bastards didn't raise my rate 72%!!
Why is it the consumer that must cut costs? And we're supposed to feel like they're doing us a service by telling us exactly how to increase our suffering in our miserable little lives in step-by-step delineated detail complete with glossy, full-color pamphlets? They raise our rates and then tell us to "cut back." Cut back? To what? So to save on gas (the other big culprit in this) my husband is supposed to do what? Stop driving into DC to work everyday? No, I suppose we're supposed to give up skating and hockey and seeing our families and taking vacations. Yeah, sure, why not? Suck every last drop of fun out of life so that the fat cats can get fatter and afford five Lamborghinis instead of just four. I ask to be able to eat a damned meal with my family every two weeks...I don't mind a bit giving that up so that they can have a sixth mansion built.
Just out of curiosity, to my American flisters who have made it this far in the rant, what are gas prices averaging in your area right now? The station across the street from our community is at $2.75/gallon for regular unleaded.
Okay, rant done. Not 'cause I'm done ranting but because I've got too much to do to afford the luxury of anger anymore.