Monday, November 20, 2006

Someone please tell me there's a Christmas miracle in my future....

I just can't stand this job. I am so tired of people not liking what we do, not liking what we have to tell them, not getting why we do things the way we do or why accounts are set up the way they are. If I had a dollar for every person who complained that they were going to move their account, I wouldn't be rich, but I could buy myself a mighty nice Christmas present of some kind. I get enough whining from the four-year-old, I hate that I have to deal with it from grown-ups every damn day as well. Please, please, please, let there be a new and improved career path ahead for me in the New Year.

I know things happen for a reason, but I sure can't fathom the reason for this particular thing.

2 comments:

meno said...

Hmm, you must work in a bank. i did that for years. Sometimes people were so damned awful.

Lisa said...

Oh my goodness, is it that obvious? :-) Yeah, people are often damned awful, and I'm tired of being on the receiving end of it. If I'm going to be on the receiving end of this kind of awful, with a law degree, I'd at least like to be handsomely compensated for it.