Ugh. I am in SUCH a foul mood. The people tomorrow had better be fucking cooperative or I may go apeshit on them. But they're already in my bad graces because I asked them to log in to a website two weeks ago. They said they were working on it. I sent several reminders. Finally they call me this afternoon---and the woman is older than a dinosaur and can barely do email and is like "well he can't log in they're sending him something f about needig to do a speed test but our computer can't do that bit he works here fine" and I was like "send me a copy of the email he got because I can't tell you what to do about a situation that does not make any sense because no one else has ever mentioned anything about a speed test and that makes zero sense". When she finally sent me the email it said "we can't email you a new password but here's our phone number if you call we can". I was like WTF READING COMPREHENSION FAIL. But does my pointing out the meaning mean they've now logged in? Noooooppp! That would be too easy.
And now it's 11pm and I just finally got to my hotel and I am too pissed off to sleep but my iPad won't connect to te hotel wifi and I'm just wanting to throw things.
And if my boss acts one more time like in supposed to have some magical truck up my sleeve to make these people obey my will I wish she would share that secret. Until she does I will be tempted to respond to an email with "go fuck yourself I quit". Which would not be good for my bank account.
Ugh meara. I strongly recommend the following visualization tool when you feel ready to go apeshit on the client or boss.
Vortex and Strix doing the tittay shimmy.
Cure all. Smile guarantee.
I'm shakin' it like a Polaroid picture.
Sleep helped the rage some. Not helpful: hotel blow dryer that only has "low" as an option and wouldn't dry a baby's hair.
Fingers crossed today magic happens and people do the right things. Please baby jebus.
Oh, and AFTER I had the mammo, my sister told me we DID have a history of breast cancer
Only about 10 percent of breast cancers are hereditary. I think the amount of coverage of women like Angelina Jolie, who does have cancer-related genes, lulls women who don't have breast cancer in their families into a false sense of security.
Oh, dear, Meara. That sounds like trying to get my sister to do something on the computer.
supposed to have some magical truck up my sleeve
Loving the visual on this typo. "Log on to the *G*D* system or I will run your *M*F*-ing asses DOWN!"
Also, hi all! 2 classes down for my Master's (A & A-), 10 to go. November and December off because of scheduling SNAFU and I'm so glad! Needed the break! Going to dance class tonight for the first time in an age.
Hugs & ~ma to those that need.
Sits down to enjoy the shimmy.
Gets back up to join the shimmy.
Hah! Having a truck up my sleeve would be bad with rage!
Luckily today's visit is going much better. They worked out their computer literacy lack, and are being perfectly pleasant and reasonable about all the other issues, which are minor. Whew!!!
What kind of dance class, Epic? Sounds fun!
(Yesterday's people are still on my shit list but today's people are not. Also less stressful to try to catch a flight home (where it doesn't so much matter when I get there) vs driving through LA to catch a plane to be HERE on time.
