Maybe Tuesday's are NOT good either...

Ever get a song stuck in your head for no reason at all… ever have it happen for a reason…
Yeah well I am having one of them moments today …
See I work in an environment where I deal with A LOT of English as a second language type of people. And well I use to think I had a rather easy name to pronounce, BOY was I ever wrong in thinking this… I mean they can fuck up my name something awful, but dam do not let me not know how to say Balasubrmanian or some thing of the likes… All hell will break loose.
I mean my name is pretty simple, I even tried to make it easier and shortened it to a, but NO they fuck that one up too.. I get Enrey, Andrew, Andre’ Andia, Henry, Anglicia , Her and all sorts of other names.. Well here is my point the Ting Tings have this song its rather catchy tune called “That’s NOT my name” well I want to sing this into the phone to all the lovely people who can not say my dam name…

they forget my name(ame, ame, ame)They call me 'hell'They call me 'Stacey'They call me 'her'They call me 'Jane'That's not my nameThat's not my nameThat's not my nameThat's not my nameThey call me 'quiet'But I'm a riotMary-Jo-LisaAlways the sameThat's not my nameThat's not my nameThat's not my nameThat's not my name

And as long as I am taking the time to bitch and moan I might as well just get it all out and truly feel at peace, I mean I do deserve that much I think…

So I am at work today just like any other Tuesday and I get a guy an offer a job..
Things have been very slow and the over all mood of said work place has been rather somber to say the least with all the fucking joys brought on by our failing economy ….
But any way I get a guy a job,Woooooooo Hooooooo Doing the happy dance!!
But no my dancing is shot lived when the Tool and his little Evil Elf have to take turns for over a hour discussing in great detail how this is not going to do and how we need to get more money out of the vender and all sorts of other grimy things…
I mean if I was the Evil Dragon lady all would be well in the Kingdom known as “Said Work Place” but I am not she and all is not well it’s down right a pain in the ass…
I have to try and remain professional and keep my cool and work while this little exchanging of plots is going on …
Not an easy task and dam it I think I need a Venti Carmel Macchiato for keeping my cool and NOT having a huge BITCH fit…
So this plotting happens and all is said and done, I get the finalized contract and yet once again we have the plotting go on again between the tool and the Evil little elf... I have to go back to my vender and ask for more money...

Fucking Yippee ,I get to look like a real piece of work to my vender now... I do my job and make said awkward call and say I am so so sorry but I need to X amount more an hour which will bump the over all rate up by X amount a day..

Yeah I feel like crap, I hate being put in a situation where I look like a fucking greedy ass..
Okay I must go as the saga continues and I am about to get NOT So Nice up in here!


Happy Reading …

The Corner Office Bitch