If they only made a true 'ChillPill'

Today has been an ultra stressful morning with a few key people gone here at work. There's been at least 2 times where I felt like saying 'fuck this place' and walking out. I need me a Chillpill, but obviously drugs aren't the answer. I love challenges, but this kind of stress is unacceptable. Most of the issues I'm being called upon to investigate are trivial and they're all coming up because some self-important fuckface decides he's going to contact the president.

Just leave it up to the grunts to take clean up the mess that the Management can't deal with and we just happen to get stepped on in the process.

Imagine my reaction when someone shoves a piece of paper with a customer number scrawled on it and I look up to see that I've been included on a thread of emails dating back from last year. Good-fucking-game! This is an excellent opportunity to include the Support guys in on the thread (when we should've been involved from the beginning).

To make matters worse, my whole motivation for dropping everything( that was supposed to be fixed yesterday) is that I'm now spending my whole mental wad on some fucking VP's line. I guess everyone needs their Porn.

I think I figured out why upper Management has this whole self-important ideology; They act like this because all of the shits who support them are busy kissing their ass the whole time. They love the way this feels and get used to it. Wouldn't you get pissy if someone refused to kiss your ass when everyone else is tripping over themselves to get a piece of your tuckus? Damn right I'd be pissed off! 'Everyone else is kissing my ass, why aren't you wearing your kneepads?'

I'll put on the kneepads right after I drink the Kool-aid, Chief!

On a lighter note...

I have been corresponding with a dude that has been complaining about another yahoo chat user who apparently has been sending him spam. For now, we'll just call this dude 'Bob' since he claimed that his nickname is 'Bob Squarepants'~I kid you not! So Bob has been emailing my department for more than a week now complaining that a person claiming to be one of our customers is committing illegal acts.

This is the right department for it, but Bob seems to think that we have more control over the Internets than we actually do. He has also been a champ to provide his email address and IP of the Internets Criminal that we're housing. At a glance, it looks like the IP address he provided was the company that he gets his internets from. Yes, his internets giver is Cumcast (the name has been changed to protect the internets ignorants), and he gave us invalid info. Sucks to be Bob!

So why does Bob have such a hard-on to contact us? Well the 'scumbag' (as Bob put it) is using the internets we are providing for him and he's using it to commit crimes. I guess Bob doesn't believe me when the info he keeps submitting is invalid (because it traces back to Cumcast). He then gave us the name of the vile criminal and then we let him in on a little secret; that not everyone has to tell the truth when they're logged into Yahoo Chat. Hopefully he takes it in stride. Bob has been nice enough to leave me voicemail on my phone yesterday to ensure we're going to bust our Customer's Criminal internets using buttocks. The authorities have been notified and Yahoo is also getting involved (most likely in the form of an auto-response email) or so he says.

If it weren't a huge freaking no-no for me to share company proprietary information, I would give you the highlights of his emails and my firm, yet condescending-as-hell responses. Take my word for it, there are some things here at this job that I can still find amusing even if I am tempted to turn to substance abuse to cope with it.

Well, hope all of your days are going better than mine. At least I found something to laugh about today.