I found myself even moodier than usual once at work and I was taking it out on people and things at work by Monday. The first casualty was a box that had a cell phone in it for Noah. Really though, who packages this shit before they ship it? And do they put into consideration someone might actually need to get into the box? And, another thing, what’s with the staples that are like an inch long and could slice your goddamn finger off? And while I’m on this rant of I-hate-my-fucking-job-today, here are some other things I just don’t understand about today’s management: Why, when my boss wants to schedule a meeting, does he wait until the day before, or better yet the hour before the meeting and wants everyone to rearrange their schedules to fit him in? Why does he explain something to me, and when I ask for clarification, he talks over me and gives new inconclusive directions?
