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I can't decide who sucks more - me or my evil timeshare clients.
I had to deliver a database update to the timeshare yoyos for today. Since I am a complete and utter idiot, I procrastinated for a week until I was faced with the unstarted task last night. I had worked at the call centre until 11pm and came home and worked on the database all night. I finished at 7am this morning.
I sent the update to them with the message that I would only be available by phone until 11am. I did this because I KNOW that they are going to call me since their new office manager is so computer-illiterate that she doesn't know what the right mouse button does (among other things). I also have to work again at 5pm, so I thought that I'd be able to get some sleep in the afternoon if I wasn't on edge waiting for the phone to ring.
Today is the first time all week that the smarmy sales manager hasn't called me at 8am and flooded me with email. What the hell? Why set a deadline if they aren't going to be there to receive it? Assholes.
This, of course, wouldn't be such a big deal if I had managed to get some sleep, which I haven't because some poor bastard is loudly shovelling gravel at the church behind my building. It's a BIG pile, he's going to be at it all day. Yay.
The lessons here, kiddies, is: DO NOT PROCRASTINATE. It always comes back to bite you in the ass. I say it often enough, one would think that it would sink into my thick skull eventually.
Sometimes I'm so stupid I startle myself.
I had to deliver a database update to the timeshare yoyos for today. Since I am a complete and utter idiot, I procrastinated for a week until I was faced with the unstarted task last night. I had worked at the call centre until 11pm and came home and worked on the database all night. I finished at 7am this morning.
I sent the update to them with the message that I would only be available by phone until 11am. I did this because I KNOW that they are going to call me since their new office manager is so computer-illiterate that she doesn't know what the right mouse button does (among other things). I also have to work again at 5pm, so I thought that I'd be able to get some sleep in the afternoon if I wasn't on edge waiting for the phone to ring.
Today is the first time all week that the smarmy sales manager hasn't called me at 8am and flooded me with email. What the hell? Why set a deadline if they aren't going to be there to receive it? Assholes.
This, of course, wouldn't be such a big deal if I had managed to get some sleep, which I haven't because some poor bastard is loudly shovelling gravel at the church behind my building. It's a BIG pile, he's going to be at it all day. Yay.
The lessons here, kiddies, is: DO NOT PROCRASTINATE. It always comes back to bite you in the ass. I say it often enough, one would think that it would sink into my thick skull eventually.
Sometimes I'm so stupid I startle myself.