Work. Sucks.

Well, not in a "I hate my job" kind of way.  More in a "I'm busier than a Jehovah's Witness at Doors Unlimited" sort of way.  We are going through a transition to a new management company and EVERYTHING that I work on has to be redone in order to make the move.  EVERYTHING.  And that's a lot of shit.  Then I have a bunch of new stuff coming down the pipe.  The new stuff comes in spurts and it's just a wave that has chosen to hit now.  Which sucks.  But I'm doing the best I can to get through it all.  When I'm frustrated, I remind myself that vacation is only 9 days away.

So in the middle of all this crap, I have one company (a new project) that is literally calling me 15 times a day.  Almost every hour they call, and then hang up on my voicemail.  This drives me absolutely fucking insane.  If you need to speak to me, leave a message.  If you don't, then send an email.  Every single time you call and hang up, that resets the clock on when I will call you back.  It may be childish, but it's what I do.  You piss me off when you do that and when I'm pissed, I retaliate.  So yeah, keep on doing that honey.  You'll be lucky to hear from me before vacation.

These are the same people that had the audacity to email me yesterday and demanded to know why the contract wasn't signed yet.  "What's the hold up?"  Um, the hold up is that the Chairman of the Board hasn't signed it yet.  I'm not going to call him and ask him why either.  When he gets to it, he gets to it.  End of story.  I don't care what sort of rush you are in.  WE are not in a rush.  WE can't do anything with your stuff for another week anyway.  So back off!

The good news in all of this is that it appears that this group uses a lot of paper.  We do not.  Everything we do in house is done electronically.  Yes, there is always some paper floating around, but generally, everything is done via the computer.  So what's the good news?  The good news is that the boss man is going to back out of the project if the rep today says there is no way we can do electronic.  I have no clue what the ramifications of this statement would be, but it gives me a sick little sense of joy knowing that I might be able to stick it to the bitch that won't stop calling me.