45 minutes of my life that I will never get back
Friday, February 04, 2005
I'm stuck on the phone (yes, that's right...I'm still on hold) trying to pick up the pieces of a shipment gone awry. And whose fault is it? Oh, THE CLIENT.

NOTE TO CLIENT X: NEXT TIME YOU WANT SOMETHING SHIPPED A.S.A.P., PLEASE PROVIDE THE CORRECT SHIPPING ADDRESS. DON'T SIGN OFF ON THE WRONG ONE, THEN TRY AND BLAME ME FOR YOUR ERROR (ALL THE WHILE, YOU HAVEN'T CALLED THE FREIGHT COMPANY TO FIND OUT THAT YOUR FEE FOR BEING STUPID IS ONLY $28.00). I DIDN'T SHIP IT, I WASN'T THE MORON IN THIS SITUATION, I HAVE MY SHIT TOGETHER. MY JOB DUTIES DON'T INCLUDE MAKING THINGS DIFFICULT FOR YOU. YOU ARE DOING THAT VERY WELL ALL BY YOURSELF.

There's a reason that was all in caps. That's how annoyed I am right now.