The job search begins (again)...

Warning, major ranting and venting below:

At this point, I can't take my job anymore. I felt like I was coming down with something last week and by Friday it had pretty much kicked in. So, Friday morning I told my boss that I would most likely leave early since I was feeling like shit, but it was not to be. Our rep from Lexmark showed up and what should have been a 3 hour meeting, lasted all day. Needless to say, I was pretty ripshit. He goes on to show me all this software that I need to learn, which was a wasted effort, because when you're sick, you can't concetrate on anything.

Monday, I'm feeling even worse, so I decide not to go in to work. Plus, I needed a kind of day off to de-stress. This morning, I get bitched at for not calling in, which I didn't do because I couldnt find my boss's number anywhere. I'm only a temp, so should I really give two shits about this?

My rep from the temp agency called me this morning because I hadn't had a chance to submit my timecard. He wanted to know how things were going....and I let him know. He seemed kind of worried about this, which in a weird way, made me feel a little better. I asked for more money and he was going to try and get me that too. As much as I'm against temp agencies, this one has not played games or tried to screw me over. I'm still going to look for something that makes me happy in the meantime. I wish it were easier to find jobs at startups...sigh.

I have an idea for a podcast/videocast. I'm working on building a site for it, and then take it from there. Hopefully it will take off and I can just work from home or something for a while.

On to happier things... 3 things that make me happy:

That moment when Michelle comes through the door after work (makes me smile!)
Dark Chocolate Raisinettes (the best food ever!)
Cupids Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes (Fun and catchy!)

Work rantings...

I have come to really hate my job. My boss is awesome, and the people in my department are cool. It's the Apple fanboy, Wii fanboy, and a few other tech geeks that sit on all sides of me that are annoying. On top of them being very loud when I'm on a conference call, or any call for that matter, my new responsibilities just plain suck. For the last two months or so, I have been "the Lexmark guy". I basically order printers for clinics, which is more complicated than I can explain here. I truly hate it and it has stressed me out to the point where I'm downing a glass or two of wine on an almost nightly basis just to relax(me and Menage Au Trois red wine have become close friends lately).

So today, this bitchy lady calls me asking about two printers that she ordered a week before her clinic was supposed to open. It takes at least 10 business days to ship. She bitches at me because they still haven't arrived. What the fuck am I supposed to do about it? These printers were sitting on a truck in transit. I damn near told her to fuck off. I'm very close to just walking out, I mean it's only a temp job anyway, nothing to lose. Some of us were told we would be taken on permanently about a month ago, this has yet to happen.

Another clinic that I had helped get a printer to, sent the following to my boss:

"I am the clinic secretary for Clinic XXXX in Cincinnati. We recently had a need for a new Lexmark printer. Very long story, but we had never had one.

That being said, I just wanted to let you know what an outstanding job Charles did with making sure that everything was taken care of from the moment we made the request up until the moment it was installed. He actually processed the order for the printer the same day he received the request. I have never seen anyone respond so quickly. In fact, he was always courteous and prompt with everything I asked of him.

Basically, he just did a great job for us and we really appreciate it.

Please feel free to contact me with any questions

XXXX XXXXXX"

That definitely made me feel better, even though I hate getting praise like that. I mean, I'm only doing my job and I do try to do the best I can. I used to get the same kind of emails sent to my boss when I worked at Blue Cross.

On another note, that chick in the Butterfinger commercial is kinda hot, but that laugh...ugh! It makes me want to slap her with a candy bar.