The REAL storm wasn’t the Nor’easter that recently hit us, it was the one that followed me to work today (and beyond).

When I came in I proceeded to get absolutely pummeled by a mountain of work, completely catching me off guard because stupid me, I actually thought the Nor’easter would create a slow work day for us. Yeah right. Evidently our esteemed court system thought otherwise, and happily dished out more restraining orders than I’ve ever seen in 3 lifetimes. Good grief.

Then I got into it with my boss as I kept grilling him for why he was refusing to help me in putting a schedule together that would allow me to go to law school. His ultimatum was that if I didn’t like it I could always transfer out, and with a shrug he washed his hands of the whole matter.

But it didn’t stop there. I complained to him about the mouse droppings that were on my desk, and he asked me why I didn’t clean it up myself. Was this guy purposely being dense here, or was he just born an assface? You don’t just clean mouse droppings with a simple wipe and expect it to be clean. The area needed to be sterilized before it can be used again. But this seems to matter to my boss, not at all.

Then I found out he was no longer authorizing overtime for my coworkers, which meant I’d be by myself at the busiest time of day to man the phones, an absolute no-no for me since I was hearing impaired. I did the best I could under the circumstances, but after dealing with clerks who spoke secondhand English with a thick accent for the better part of an hour, I knew it was not going to be a good day.

The day would mercifully come to an end, but not before I find out that Uptown Girl had in fact been stringing me along this whole time, and never did have any serious interest in me, except possibly as distant friends. Gee I wish I would have known that before I sent her the damned flowers for her birthday. I want my 30 bucks back.

What a day.

I think I might hate my new boss.

A storm front brought in a hail of ice here, so a lot of people were able to go home early…. except for me of course.

Which wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t turned out that due to some recent policy changes, no work would be coming in for me tonight. So now I’m left here to twiddle my thumbs for 3 hours until my shift finally and mercifully ends, and then I get to drive home 15 miles in the dark on what now has to be one very long sheet of ice because the snow plows haven’t quite gotten to salting and sanding it yet.

The phone rings, and I pick up. It’s the boss. Hey, he remembered me! Maybe he’s calling to tell me I can leave early since there’ll be no more work. Maybe I misjudged him after….

“Linc, can you see if there’s a pink slip of paper on my desk?”

“Oh…yeah, sure, hold on….”

I go to look. There’s a slip with a number on it.

“Yeah I see it….”

“What’s the number?”

I give it to him.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome! So I guess I’ll see you on Mon….”

*click*

………………..yep, I think I hate my new boss.