I’ll tell you what… 3 hours of sleep does not look good on me. It doesn’t sound or taste good either. It’s fucking yucky all the way around. And so is my attitude.
There are two people at work that I “support” – in addition to answering the fucking phones and doing a hundred other miscellaneous tasks for other people and the office/”cause” in general. I’m gaining more responsibility which is good, but I’m still an Administrative Assistant, which is bad.
The two people I support think they are the only people I work with/for, respectively. And they always seem to need shit on the same day. And almost always on days where I want to tell them each to go fuck themselves, respectively (NOT respectfully, fuck that). I am literally getting about 3 emails every 10 minutes with either a) new request for something, b) follow-up on an earlier request, c) a stupid fucking question that they could find the answer to themselves easily but ask me anyway because they’re fucking lazy.
Not a happy girl here. I need a cigarette and my bed STAT!
(But not at the same time because I don’t smoke inside and I don’t want to set my new bedding set on fire).
Amanda. (AKA: Grumpy Psycho Bitch)