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Jun. 27th, 2002 03:56 pmHave to go out to Framingham to pick up the Trishafish, so I got out of work two hours early--giving me time enough to go to the bank, pay car insurance, come home to feed the dogs and make sure that Keisha hadn't had a heart attack in this heat. Sheba did not want to be inside all day but it was just too hot, and now she's all sitting on the picnic table and mad at me, and she's gotta come back inside in like ten minutes--she's probably going to bite me. :) But thank God for the leaving two hours early thing, because otherwise I would have quit today--
Our manager is on vacation and while she's been gone, it's like our owner's husband (who runs all the businessy stuff) is on some kind of--I don't know what he's on but it's turned him into a raging...meanie. Or something. Shut up. *G* But since last Friday, he's been all about slamming doors and saying, "What the hell does it take to get these things done right?" and "Do I have to do this myself?" and "What on Earth made you think I wanted this done this way?" and "Wrote checks willy-nilly, eh? But not to the people I wanted paid?" which is just fucked up because I paid the people he told me to pay, dammit. A couple times he's come out to yell at me and I've just looked at him and the only thought in my head is, "If he says one more word, I'm going to quit." And he must see it in my face because he walks away just in time. But it's been a damn close thing, and tomorrow it's going to be closer because Friday is the roughest day at the kennel what with vet checks and gearing up for the weekend and everything.
Yesterday, after I realized that there had been a mistake on our availablilty list and he spent two hours yelling at me, walking away, coming back to yell, walking away, possibly listening to my explanation of what happened and how it was no one's fault really, just a series of misunderstanding, yelling and walking away...he almost apologized. Almost in the sense that no apology did or would have crossed his lips, but he said, "My wife thinks that I possibly yell at you too much, and I want you to know that you're the best person we've ever had in this office, with the exception of Jay," who they practically *adopted*. So, while I want to quit and one little moment like that does not really make up for the *shit* he's been giving me...I probably won't quit. I love the puppies, and my co-workers, and his wife and their kids....
But thank God that I've got ten days vacation in August. I just want to run away and give them a chance to miss me and realize just how much stuff I do perfectly everyday, and how I keep the office from caving in. :)
And I won't think about what's going to happen when I come back, what I'm going to find. I will not think about it! I refuse! Stress, vacation, stress--not stress, stress, stress!
Sigh. Also, the bootleg of Celebrity that I paid for ten days ago is still not here. That's what I get for buying badness! *G*
Must run to fetch Trish. Later, all. :)
Our manager is on vacation and while she's been gone, it's like our owner's husband (who runs all the businessy stuff) is on some kind of--I don't know what he's on but it's turned him into a raging...meanie. Or something. Shut up. *G* But since last Friday, he's been all about slamming doors and saying, "What the hell does it take to get these things done right?" and "Do I have to do this myself?" and "What on Earth made you think I wanted this done this way?" and "Wrote checks willy-nilly, eh? But not to the people I wanted paid?" which is just fucked up because I paid the people he told me to pay, dammit. A couple times he's come out to yell at me and I've just looked at him and the only thought in my head is, "If he says one more word, I'm going to quit." And he must see it in my face because he walks away just in time. But it's been a damn close thing, and tomorrow it's going to be closer because Friday is the roughest day at the kennel what with vet checks and gearing up for the weekend and everything.
Yesterday, after I realized that there had been a mistake on our availablilty list and he spent two hours yelling at me, walking away, coming back to yell, walking away, possibly listening to my explanation of what happened and how it was no one's fault really, just a series of misunderstanding, yelling and walking away...he almost apologized. Almost in the sense that no apology did or would have crossed his lips, but he said, "My wife thinks that I possibly yell at you too much, and I want you to know that you're the best person we've ever had in this office, with the exception of Jay," who they practically *adopted*. So, while I want to quit and one little moment like that does not really make up for the *shit* he's been giving me...I probably won't quit. I love the puppies, and my co-workers, and his wife and their kids....
But thank God that I've got ten days vacation in August. I just want to run away and give them a chance to miss me and realize just how much stuff I do perfectly everyday, and how I keep the office from caving in. :)
And I won't think about what's going to happen when I come back, what I'm going to find. I will not think about it! I refuse! Stress, vacation, stress--not stress, stress, stress!
Sigh. Also, the bootleg of Celebrity that I paid for ten days ago is still not here. That's what I get for buying badness! *G*
Must run to fetch Trish. Later, all. :)
