Well, today was a crap load of paper pushing. I slowly came out of my Benadryl induced stupor by making slamming noises. I was really pissed for being stuck here! The place got quiet. It’s my temper, idiots!
I’m a fire sign and a monkey. I recollect a Chinese supervisor said that the guy who marries me will be lucky. I don’t know what the fuck that meant and it could have been a reptilian reversal of a truth through sarcasm.
I managed to process the emails of which they weren’t done yesterday as expected. I’m not interested on processing checks, credit cards, wires, or electronic funds transfers, also known as ACH payments. I’d rather email. That’s a better trail than via phones.
The easy crap is providing copies of invoices and statements. The difficult ones are those weird phone calls I have nothing to do with, like changing their postal address to a Drop Ship. What the fuck is a drop ship? I really don’t fucking care what that is! So I just transfer these sort of stupid phone calls back to customer service department. Let them handle the crap. They are more calm and professional than moi!
If this place has any sense, they wouldn’t overload the workers. From what I gather, ObamaCare had something to do with these serial pushbacks. As a result, we slaves, err, are underemployed and underpaid employees.
I kinda enjoy the types of easy, non-thinking, low-level bull crap that goes along with clerical work, which is always there, which is why I like it, unlike nursing, and it’s part-time or on-call work of uncertainty.
I refused to take phone calls the whole day, except maybe three. I really don’t understand myself or people. That’s why I prefer reading the crap so that I could absorb and better understand what the fuck is going on.
For example, Philip kept asking me a question I had no knowledge. But because I hate people and communicating with them normally, I didn’t think of answering: I DON’T FUCKING CARE OR DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT OR WHAT I’M DOING HERE WITH YOU FUCKING MORONS!
Again, I got stuck in answering simple questions with Laurie because I don’t care for communicating verbally. She saw what I was doing and I sorta, kinda still don’t understand how to explain simple crap. She pointed out what was OP for overpaid and what was SP for short-paid. Oh! I don’t understand accounting!
What the fuck you assholes don’t understand about bubble heads , huh? Y’all want a smart, beautiful, sensitive, intelligent, wealthy, and caring bitch? Well, y’all ain’t getting any such broad, except this hot-headed bitch! Fuck!
I don’t care anymore! Kill me now and take me to the Lawd Gawd so I can kick his ass! If it’s hairy, I’ll singe it off.
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