Mood: pissed off.. but glad it's Friday!
Song of the moment: Oasis - Champagne Supernova
I'm in an Oasis mood right now... partially b/c I just got the Oasis concert tickets I got in the mail *yay*! haha! I'm going w/ Al, a big Oasis fan I used to live w/ in 4th @ Waterloo :D
Anyway, I've had the most 2 unreal days ever. I'll start with the one that completely pissed me off, then I'll get into the fun one! :D
"GO AWAY"
So I was @ work yesterday, and work has been getting increadibly busy lately. I've been working my ass off and staying late almost every night. Today, I didn't have anything to eat until 2:30 :S Anyway, so it was the middle of the afternoon, a lab tech called me up and asked me to get some clips to put on this part so that he could mount in on a testing fixture. So I decided to go to the production floor (which was 3 buildings over!) and see if they had any clips. I talked to the floor manager, and he directed me to another guy who was on the floor. So I began to walk around the floor looking for this guy. I finally find him, but he was busy so I stood by him and waiting for him to be no so busy. Just then, I suppose a customer tour was going through, and among them was this program manager I was working with on one of his programs. He approched me and asked me what I was doing, so I told him. So he began to tell me where I could go about getting these clips. All of a sudden, this Indian man with a snotty British accent came up to us, looked at me and said in the most rude and condescending voice "GO AWAY". I gave him a puzzled look because I was trying to figure out if he was joking or not because it was so increadibly rude it was unreal. He said it again "GO AWAY". At this point I was still trying to see if he was kidding, but I was beginning to think he wasn't. Then he said "GO AWAY BEFORE I LOSE MY TEMPER". So he was serious. I walked away. I was mad and extremely upset. For real, I've never EVER been talked to that way before. No one should. I went back to my desk extremely upset and pissed off.. sat there for a moment then decided to go to the lab and tell the lab tech I couldn't find any clips. As I was walkin to the lab, I saw the program manager I was talking to earlier and he called me into his office. The first thing he did was apologize for the way that guy talked to me. That's when I started to cry. We talked for a while, then I went down to the lab, where I told the lab techs and all the lab ppl there.. and at this point I was just crying so hard I couldn't even talk.
Not only was this experience upsetting.. it was embarassing b/c he yelled @ me in front of ppl. What a jerk. I didn't even know who he was. Apparently he's one of the VPs of the company and he's known to be the biggest fucking ass. The lab manager told me to report it to HR, and demanded that he apologize to me. So that's what I did. The HR lady wasn't surprised that it was the VP guy, which told me this is not the first time someone reported something. I did absolutely nothing to deserve that kind of treatment. I was absolutely enraged at someone w/ that stature could be so increably rude. You know what? w/ the amount of stress he has to go through every day, and w/ that attitude, he's going to die of a heart attack in 2 years. So who cares right? haha! Fucking corporate loser. I would go through a slow painful death than to be like that waste of a human being.
The Unwelcome Guest
The past couple of days prior to this incident we have been noticing little animal droppings around our house. We all assumed it was a mouse. Wednesday evening I come home from work, drop my stuff @ the door and proceed to walk up the stairs towards my room. As I reach the top of the stairs I catch something in the corner of my eye on my banister.. something brown and had a bushy tail. I look over and SHIT it's a SQUIRREL!!! OMG there was a friggin huge-ass squirrel in my house!!! It saw me, and bolted down the stairs, into the dining room, then finally running into the kitchen. I was freaking out. My mom started to scream "skunk! skunk!" HAHA! Anyway, it managed to jump into some plastic bins we had in the corner. My mom called my dad telling him to come home, I called Jimmy telling him to come over.. haha! we're such chicken-shits! Anyway, my dad got home, he couldn't find it anywhere (I was insisting it ws in the plastic bins.. and it was.. but we couldn't see it b/c it was hiding behind the stuff that was in the bin). We managed to have dinner w/o the thing running out. After dinner, we closed off the kitchen and proceeded to lure the squirrel out. My mom didn't want to have any part of this operation so she left. I, on the other hand, wanted to take a picture so I stood there w/ camera in hand. My dad managed to lure it out of the bin by poking it with the end of a broom (my bright idea.. a bad one I might add.. you'll find out soon why...).
It was crazy. It began to run around the kitchen and refused to leave out the sliding doors that lead to the outside, which we had left wide open. The little f--ker jumped on me. Not once.. but TWICE! OMG!! Not fun! I was absolutely no help.. I spent the entire time screaming! HAHAH! It eventually ran back into the bins, and that's when my dad decided to cover the bins w/ a garbage bag to trap the squirrel. Now that bright idea worked. LOL!
Here are some pics!
The top of the picture you can see half the squirrel JUMPNG off my kitchen table. Please note where my dog is (frigging Pepper!)
The limber squirrel walking around (not out) the sliding doors. That little bugger!
Oh gotta go! Got a hot date w/ my man *giggle* :D
