All Night Mambo!

Her bank closed her savings account. Why? Too much activity. She had set up auto withdrawls on her *savings* account. Her bank limits her to 6 transactions a month on her savings. Now she's all upset and up in arms. Seriously lady?

It's a fucking *SAVINGS* account. If you were just putting money in it they wouldn't care, but you're taking money out! *ugh*

The stoooopid. It hurts.

OMFG! I'm having a mini-meltdown. It's not a "My world is coming unglued" meltdown. It's a here and now meltdown.

I've found myself sleepy most of the day. I've now reached that two-year old in need of a nap mental stage. The moment I get a piece of paper that doesn't jive with the way things are supposed to be, everytime I see something that makes me say "Wait. What?!" my heart starts racing and my blood preassure rises. Which just leads me to be more confused and disoriented and tired.

I wanna go home.

Wow! Was that ever an intense conference. We spent a full eight hours a day in meetings. I learned a lot. I bonded well.

I ended up staying at the hotel. One of the girls came through for me and let me bunk with her. I avraged 3 hours of sleep each night.

Monday: 8am start. The hour lunch, well, was a business lunch. We wrapped 5 ish, with cocktails and "team building" at 6:30. Business dinner 7:30. After dinner there was more drinking and more talking/networking/business and also frivolity. When they kicked us out of the ballroom, we moved to the bar where there was more drinking and talking, less business more bonding. We stayed around until we were kicked out so the cleaning crew could do their job. After that there was a room party.

OMG! My affiliate sales team does not know from professional. I heard some of the most in-apropriate stuff! *eep* I sat there in shock(when I wasn't participating). I actually kept pretty low-key on that front. They managed to stay away from serious doubl-entendre, dead baby jokes and nazi jokes. *wipes forehead* Thank god! There was a lot of laughing and cutting each other down.

Tuesday: 8am start. Breaks removed due to busy schedule. Lunch hour cut down to 1/2 hour due to busy schedule. Reality: 20 min. lunch due to the need of those in charge to say a few things before letting us go. *ugh!* Rest of the meeting straight through until 5:30. 6pm Cocktails & "teambuilding". Dinner 7:30, same as the night before only less business more silly and drinking and sleeping even less.

Wednesday: 7:30 start. No breaks. Finished 10:30 or so. Then said good-byes etc. Took a walk on the beach, meditated, drove home and passed out.

I am offically welcome to be part of affiliate sales 'cause I know how to party. ;-> I haven't drunk that much in a really long time. To be fair, they were pouring kind of light, but from 6pm until 12:30 (last call @ the hotel bar) I had at least eight rum & sodas and a kamikazee (with the birthday boy). And I managed not to slur my words or dance on any tables! *grin*

TV Guide just called me, they're sending an offer letter! *dances* I'm getting payed what I asked! (OMFG - so much more than I actually thought I'd get!) Plus benefits. *boogies down*

They want me to start ASAP, so I told them Monday, to have time to finish whatever at home and go shopping and dancing and all that other stuff I talked to my friends about doing... *WHEEE!*

THAT WOMAN IS MAKING ME FUCKING INSANE!!!!!!!

She's back to, "If you don't know ask me". And then in the next phone call, "You don't need to tell me everything. You think about it, that's why I have you to help me". Followed by a good dollop of "Why didn't you tell me?"

I am fucking asking you, telling you all the options so you can't say I've left something out. Either I do it without you or I don't. MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND!!!!

I know it's stupid, but this is a perfect example of what gets my goat. I call the boss to check in. As part of this I tell her we got a call from a vendor requesting a W9 and that I will be sending it out. She turns to her partner and asks him if it's OK for me to do that. He takes the phone, proceeds to give me instructions on *how* to fill out the W9, tells me to send it and tells me that it's a "perfectly reasonable request".

I am not an idiot!!!! I *know* it's a reasonable request. I have no f*cking clue why she even asked him if it was OK! If we want to get paid we need to give them the form. How hard is that? *ugh!*

Somehow, even when I'm doing something right, I have to be corrected for it. *grumble*

I feel like such a fucking failure. I haven't even made it to the one year mark at this job and I've decided to throw in the towel. I have to admit that I cannot work with my boss and that I'm not happy here. I hate that. It makes me so *angry*. I really thought I could do this but I can't.

sushicaddy and I tend to chat in the mornings when I get ready for work. (It used to be late night chats in the kitchen, now they're early morning reviews in the bathroom.)He told me that I seem so unhappy when I'm getting ready in the mornings.

Then I came into work and started the morning by getting reamed by the boss (again) for doing what I thought she told me to do as opposed to what she meant I should do. We both speak English and yet we never understand what the other is trying to communicate. More importantly, I don't understand what she is trying to communicate.

So when I go home tonight, I'm dragging out the resume and cleaning it up. I'm reviewing my professional contacts and seeing what/who I can use. *sigh*

Anyone need an admin who loves organizing and taking care of her bosses?

Needed: 1 job, great pay, good benefits. Will file, organize, calendar, plan and generally keep things humming. Will go the extra mile. Don't mind dropping off the dry cleaning or walking the dog. Let me run your life, so you can focus on your work.

*AAAAAAaaaaarrrrrgh!!* I want to smack my bosses and take away their credit cards. I want to tell them, no you can't spend money without telling me. *splutter* I am sooo fucking frustrated.

I had the company account set up in Quickbooks. I've been learning how to use all the nifty accounting features. Which, trust me, are really good for n00bz like me who know fuck-all about accounting. I had everything nice and tidy. The only thing I hadn't been doing was the reconciling/checkbook balancing.

So we're doing this year end clean-up. The lets get our shit together so we start on the right foot next year. I download all the personal shit for 20 fucking accounts into Quicken, fast and easy. I don't have to do anything. Then I get to Quickbooks, which I've been maintaining. I get the first statement and start to balance it. OK, there's a couple of bank card items, for Staples and Office Depot, no biggie. Then I hit November and there's duplicate check numbers, deposits I've never heard of and all kinds of randomness. WTF!!! Who the hell told them to spend money without telling me! Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! Now I have to go through it all, figure out what is legit and set up some fucking protocols, like no electronic checks you fucktard. Only I get to write checks, no one else. *gah!*

*grabs computer* My accounting software! *wags finger* Bad boss, no biscuit. Next time you get into the bank account, I'm taking *all* your cards away and forbid you from going to golf course. *BAH!* *stalks off*

1) I filed my taxes this morning - Yay!

2) My colum is posted at twoheadedcat.com - Woo!

3) Today is the last day on this fucking job!!!! - Tripple Yay!

4) I'm horny. If I just get a flash/quick mental image of a hot bod, I orgasm. At work even.

My boss is on vacation until Thursday, so I had to email my letter of resignation. I know she read it, but I've gotten no other response. So, I'm still in limbo. Now I'm just waiting to see if HR is going to show up and escort me out, or if I'm staying until Monday the 11th.

I wanna go home.