And the beginning of everything…
I hate the end of month, if some of you people work in an industry or work as an accountant you will know what I’m talking about.
Is the date when you have to re-arrange everything for the next month to come. It is where you find big, hell huge mistakes in all of your reports and you have to check item by item to find where the mistake begun and because you did not check that before because it was well hidden now you have to unbuild and rebuild everything all over again, from scratch since day one of the month before ‘cause if a little decimal does not match with the current plan you’re screwed and it means you’re an A-H. That’s right, and a big one.
That’s what it is when you work for a company that has to do with lots and lots of numbers. If some of you don’t work in an industry and think it would be a great idea to start working in one. PLEASE DON’T…It’s real hell in here.
So as it is already the end of the fiscal month and my boss thinks he’s the big Sheeat around here (which he really is but still I am in denial) he’s stepping on my feet to get the whole monthly package for the big pile of mud the big one the heavy shiieety boss (that means the VP). And I thought that being a Production Admin was a very easy job to do. Well I was wrong.
I miss being the Executive Admin for the Director, now I see the girl who is the Admin for the big boss and she’s so nice, so pretty, her hair is so well done, wearing high heels and nice suits and with her perfect manicure being so elegant and doing what I miss the most…nothing!
And here I am, with my nails broken and perfectly cut to the tip of my fingers because typos here are the worst mistake you could ever do in your life. Wearing working shoes because I’m not allowed with heels and open shoes at the production floor, regular working clothes and if it’s the oldest ones I can find in my closet the better it is because I have to walk through the areas that have lots of things that might ruin my clothes, etc. etc, etc.
But I’m not complaining, oh no, I’m just spitting out my stress, which will not end until the end of the week.
If I was Garfield I would have broken the ceiling by now, my company is testing the emergency alarm and as I was to expect, it’s right in my back. So image the sound it’s making at this very moment…I wished I were deaf!
Happy Tuesday everyone!
It is Tuesday right? Or is it Monday still?