Today is the shitiest day ever, shittiest wek ever.
Honestly, it started as soon as I walked into the door to the office complax where I work. With no way to print out a report to show which loans were using which title and escrow companies, I was just randomly opening uo loans, quickly right clicking on a tab and choosing which option I want, look and see, then move on. I tell you, that’s not fun.
As I was doing that, I gotten an email from one of the temps (now, let me tell you, she thinks she’s the manager, that’s how sad she is) asking me if I could pull a loan for someone. I should of just told her to tell the person who wanted the loan that she had to go through my boss first and then my boss will shoot an email off to someone to do it… instead, I told the temp that I was busy (as I am, essplly since I had to be calling back a shit load of loans from off site for this stupid, mother fucken audit that’s due monday) and she could take a few minutes out of her time to put it away. Hopeing that she would bug off and go get it herself for the person she didn’t, instead, she shoots me another email saying that she’s busy…
Now, I started thinking, she could of been done with whatever she’s been doing a few days ago if she wasn’t jumping from projects to project, stopping in between to go into the bosses office to chit chat. Whatever, I wasn’t going to argue with her anymore, even though I shoot her another e-mail, then decided to go get the file for the person then handing it to the wrong person (if you don’t know me well enough, when I’m fucken stressing out to a point of no return, mixing 2 people up that I barly communte with is very easy).
Got back to my desk and my boss calls me and asks to speak to me in her office, go to her office, sat down, she sees that I’m stressing out, and then she drops the bomb shell on me… she could do templates for whatever she wanted and she didn’t told me sooner… fuck… After sitting in there for about 10 minutes or so she made a simple template, tested it, and showed me where it’s located so I could draw it up. It made my life a bit more easy but I’m still stressed out to my fucken balls. Got about 6 or 7 orders of loans before it was time to go… We won’t make the deadline because doing it on standerd delivery had to get put in before 3pm for next day, otherwise they’ll send it 2morrow and won’t get them a few days later (in this case, Monday) unless we choose rush but that’ll cost us too much.
I loosen up a bit when I got into my car and started listening to Bubba the Love Sponge show on Howard 101, got home, thought things would settle down some… boy, was I wrong.
After eating dinner, I walked back up stairs, walked into my room, then my phone went off. Picked up the phone and here’s our convo:
Me: Hello?
*nothing*
Me: Hello?
Guy: Who is this?
Me: Michael, who is this?
Guy: I’m *so and so*’s father you little bitch
Me: I’m sorry but you don’t sound like a father
from here, the guy just keeps going and going, cursing me out, telling me not to call his phone (which i never have). What did I say? I just kept saying that he didn’t sound like a father and that he sounded to young. He hung up after about 2 minutes in.
Like I said, for one, he sound too young and too high strung to be a father. He sounded like he was, maybe, his late 20’s, which means he was about 10 years old when he had his daughter. Yep, much younger essply with all the cusing he was doing.
Look lets see how he started the convo which made me disrespect him (because he disrespected me). First he called me a bitch, then he called me a fucker, and so and and so forth, so because of all that name calling right off the back intitles me to not listen to a god damn word he has to say, thusk me becoming an immuture little bitch (did I mention to you that today was not going well in the first place?)
About an half hour or so after he hung up on me, I have the erge to call him back up thinking that it really is so and so’s father and say I am sorry but try to talk to over as adults. But he did started it first, you gotta show respect to get respect.
Oh, this week is just hell, unexpected deadlines everywhere we turn, plus, coming home Monday, my dad tells me that I have a doctors appointment this friday (2morrow) but I think I already talked about this in another entry so I won’t go on about this.
Anyways, it’s late at night, I’m going to bed. Good Night.
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