I've had the day from hell, it was like a nasty little fucking leprechaun walked through my life throwing shit in the air and laughing as it fucking fell everywhere... fucking leprechauns... cunts!
Lets start??? I had to get dropped in town by HB because he had an early meeting, so I called work to pick me up from a SPECIFIC location.. the fucking operator at work wrote the wrong location down so the bus FULL of tourists was late... including me getting to work.. to make matters more interesting as soon as I walked in the door it was a dressing down for basically saying to someone yes that was our mistake and we (WE) will fix it and get back to you. Apparently thats a no no... of course we don't make mistakes only I do... which is bullshit so I told the owner to go fuck himself and sort himself, if he wants to lay blame on me then maybe a little research would enlighten him to the fact that I generalised rather than throw shit and a shit operator for doing the fucking wrong thing. Covering their ass but delivering what the client KNEW was our mistake... yadda fucking yadda
Then the planets decided to align in to some kind of fucking cosmic cluster fuck, every fucking flight blew out.. you know I'm talking QF926 ETA @ 16.20 DJ 387 ETA @ 16.25 now its not uncomon to match two different flights together, wouldn't you? five minutes apart? well fucking dip shit who did the schedule for drivers FAILED to provide enough leeway or support just in case the flights did blow out! and they did by half hour... cunts, airlines I mean. Well really its the pilots and the winds but thats just the begining.
Then fucking guests arrive expecting a limousine.. Ya right! I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO! and I get my assed kicked again for the incompetance of the resort that FAILED to not only book it but check their daily confirmations... cunts! Managements stance is we should knwo.. HUH! WTF Please at this point I was ready to walk out the door... yet I didn't I said to the owner, deal with it yourself. I am working by the rules from now on, not my PROBLEM!
So to piss him and everyone else off I typed up a sign and put it on my desk...
YOUR FUCK UP DOES NOT CREATE STRESS FOR ME
Okay it just kept going, the phone did not stop ringing with dip shits who took fucking forever to tell me they wanted a transfer, lets talk about the weather??? THE FUCKING WEATHER?? CAN YOU HEAR THE PHONES RINGING GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING FLIGHT NUMBER DIP SHIT!
Really dealing with people on holidays is kind of like talking human to a dog... they're talking, I'm listening but not much is being understood.
Anyway, just before I am about to head out the door, a flight blows out AGAIN! (why was I surprised) and I had to deal with that and a stOOpid driver... argghhh hang myself, thats what I wanted to do, either that or become the first australian to mass murder their work colleagues...
Light at the end of the tunnel is????
4 fucking glorious days off!
I am holding in my right hand a ciggie! (too bad the pipe just doesn't cut it after a day like this) and a glass of wine in my left hand, of which I will happily keep filling up until I fall into bed (shortly) from exhaustion, the only other thing thats made my day bareable is logging on here to read some really happy comments so thanks guys!
You just stopped a female mass murderess!
