I don't feel like going into the whole New York thing again tonight; I'm a bit tired and I know that it'd take much longer than I feel like writing. So...a brief random interlude between parts!
I have an admission to make: I'm extremely lazy. My perfect life would involve me being independently wealthy and never having to work again. When I was out of work (and supposed to be working on my tech support business) the majority of my time was spent playing around with the computer all day and absolutely enjoying being able to sit around and do nothing if I so desired - really, the first time I had been able to do this in years. I imagine that if I ever won the lottery, my first year would probably be spent playing games, watching TV and generally being a fat lazy fucking slob.
Now that I've made this admission, I have to complain about a coworker of mine. He goes by the initials "R.J." - I despise people who use initials instead of their name, once you're an adult if your real name bothers you so much go and have it legally changed. Today was a typical Monday; we received a ton of calls for stuff that happened over the weekend while the office was closed. We were also down one person as he had requested to take the day off, which was fine. RJ, however, decided he didn't feel like taking many calls today and instead did what he does best, which is socialize with anyone and anything he can. Normally, I wouldn't mind something like this too much - I might bitch a bit here and there but hey, I'm a slacker too. However, being as busy as it was today I took a ton of phone calls while he sat, chatting and every so often emitting his trademark idiot laugh as others might use punctuation. Even though I'm lazy I do know when work needs to be done and when I'm forced to do all of it while some prick kid is busy trying to get his dick wet my blood pressure skyrockets to astronomical levels (or so it feels - I don't actually sit with a measuring instrument or anything).
I think one of the most frustrating things about this whole problem is the guy apparently doesn't even need this job. Judging by the comments he's made and the various trips he's been taking, his family seems to have a good amount of money. I'm not one to begrudge anyone from having a more extravagant lifestyle than I have - I'm pretty happy with the way I live and even with a ton of money, I'm not necessarily sure that I'd want this to change. The frustration level does rise, however, when you're trying to do a decent job because you really do need the job and it's made harder because you have to depend on some yutz who could just leave and not be bothered if people come down on him too hard. Not that that would happen; my boss is extremely happy with his work because he's very willing to be her "do-boy" and carry out all the physical tasks around the office.
So I continue to get frustrated, aggravated, annoyed - there's a shit-ton of synonyms I could use here. And the worst part of the whole ordeal is that if I don't get something else going, i.e. a solid writing career, I'll be dealing with this sort of shit for the rest of my life because, with varying details, this happens in almost every office one will work in. Ahh...my ulterior motives come out at last!
Not that I needed to vent or anything like that.
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