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Welcome to the suck that is my day.
Got to Wood Green relatively on time but had to wait 10 minutes in the queue for a working machine to top up my Oyster prepay. Then turned up at the bus stop five minutes before watching what should have been my bus get towed away. Fifteen minutes after that, a functional bus arrives. Cue traffic. Guess who was late for work?
And just two minutes ago, a clerk of some description barges in, asks for the stuff from the clinic on the 7th and then proceeds to tear my typing piles apart, to the point of separating them from the stacks of notes they go with. After she'd finished haphazardly digging through things, and bitching me out because the ones she wanted weren't there (as if I have any control over what notes the clinic clerks bring in), she started more or less putting things away. At which point I watched her put a tape with the entirely wrong stack of notes. I would have just gone to fix it but she stood in front of the shelf the notes were on, bitching about lack of notes to the other girls, and blocking my way, and frankly shuffling things around like a three-card monte dealer. So I tried to tell her that she'd fucked things up, at which point her reaction was, "What's your problem? *to the other girls* "What's her problem? Look, I put everything back, this goes with this, it's fine, chill out!"
No. It. Is. Not. Fine. And now I can't fix it because the order's all confused so I'm going to have to sort it out as I go. I do not need this today. However, I cannot get the hell out of here because the office manager is back, I'd have to explain to him why I left early and frankly, I can't afford to get sacked for an overabundance of leave taken. Though of course, if the day gets any worse I might have to re-evaluate. I was already on edge enough without this arsehattery.
However, now I want to track down that smug witch of a clerk and throttle her, because she's just poked her head in the door, told us she found the notes, and went out without so much as an apology for making my damn job harder.
Got to Wood Green relatively on time but had to wait 10 minutes in the queue for a working machine to top up my Oyster prepay. Then turned up at the bus stop five minutes before watching what should have been my bus get towed away. Fifteen minutes after that, a functional bus arrives. Cue traffic. Guess who was late for work?
And just two minutes ago, a clerk of some description barges in, asks for the stuff from the clinic on the 7th and then proceeds to tear my typing piles apart, to the point of separating them from the stacks of notes they go with. After she'd finished haphazardly digging through things, and bitching me out because the ones she wanted weren't there (as if I have any control over what notes the clinic clerks bring in), she started more or less putting things away. At which point I watched her put a tape with the entirely wrong stack of notes. I would have just gone to fix it but she stood in front of the shelf the notes were on, bitching about lack of notes to the other girls, and blocking my way, and frankly shuffling things around like a three-card monte dealer. So I tried to tell her that she'd fucked things up, at which point her reaction was, "What's your problem? *to the other girls* "What's her problem? Look, I put everything back, this goes with this, it's fine, chill out!"
No. It. Is. Not. Fine. And now I can't fix it because the order's all confused so I'm going to have to sort it out as I go. I do not need this today. However, I cannot get the hell out of here because the office manager is back, I'd have to explain to him why I left early and frankly, I can't afford to get sacked for an overabundance of leave taken. Though of course, if the day gets any worse I might have to re-evaluate. I was already on edge enough without this arsehattery.
However, now I want to track down that smug witch of a clerk and throttle her, because she's just poked her head in the door, told us she found the notes, and went out without so much as an apology for making my damn job harder.