I'm officially defeated.
I woke up today to puke and poop many places from my sick little cat, I decided to hang back for a bit and watch to see if he showed any signs of improvement... round about 7am, when I knew Steve's alarm was set to go off I went upstairs and held back my tears to tell him what was going on and why I was still at home... we decided to turn on the AC because we're pretty sure my cat gets really hot on warm days... so the first thing I do is go to close a window and as I'm trying to lock it the fucking thing cracks and breaks into maybe 5 pieces... more or less, in my hand. Like, I pushed my fucking hand through a window... right through it. How I didn't get a single cut or scrape on me is beyond me.
On top of this, I go into work because I'm told there is a meeting that I need to be a part of pretty much first thing in the am... so I go in with the plan to just attend the meeting, setup a shipment, and go home.
At the meeting I'm informed that all the 'hauling ass' we've been doing to get shit entered over the last 2 months is now all having to be redone (essentially in a different 'company' in our software)... so that's fucking great. NOT.
Then I have the owner up my ass about some shit that was never and should never be my job. If he'd even attempt to do a lick of work in a given day, I'd probably die of a heart attack.
While deep down, I'm not capable of murder, I'd give anything to have this guy wiped from the planet. If only I had the ball or the money to make that happen. This dude, partial owner of a company that I technically don't even work for yet, is good at one thing: micromanaging. I'm over it and I'm done listening to him. I've applied for so many jobs I can't even keep them straight.
I'm behind on my blog reading, so much so I'm ready to just say fuck it and clear my reader and start fresh. Sorry I haven't commented lately, on most of your blogs, I may not comment on the ones in the past weeks at all.
Chicago was great, Chicago was hot (temps in the hundreds, heat indexes near 106!!), Chicago trip was too short. I am happy to be home, because I very much get home sick everytime I am on vacation (i'm a homebody)... I really could have stayed gone forever when it comes to going back to work.