When did my job title also become "A.K.A. Courier Service"? I really want to know when this change was made and if I'll receive a proper increase in salary and payment for wear/tear/gas on my vehicle. Last I knew I was trying to REDUCE my usage of gas and be more green - this fucking request is making me drive to timbucktoo for a god damn hand-delivery. What. The. Fuck. I don't want to. I did not know I had to obide to such requests. And if I say no? Well then I'm sure the snippy one will come at me like the ONE time I said I might be too busy, "Well, um, [insert very snide/rude face here from snippy one] Mr. X wants YOU to take care of it." Well. Does Mr. X want to pay for my gas? Because I DO make hand-deliveries, all the time. But I make them to places NEARBY. Ones that don't really make a dent in my gas tank, like this one obviously will.
Aw fuck. Whatever. I'm going to devour this lemon cupcake and iced mint mocha and try and smile. I have rage inside me right now. I swear I thought I was taking meds to help me NOT be angry/mad/depressed/upset??? Apparently I don't like this job SO much, that IT surpasses the power of the meds. Wow. Impressive, huh?
I need a punching bag in my office....
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