I'm only 4 hours into today and I'm over it.
Woke up late and missed my opportunity to shower.
Got to work and I'm training a brand new person. Sucks, but whatever. Lo and behold this bitch is gackin hard. All I can think of is: maybe she's born with it, maybe it's methamphetamine.
So the job were on is running like shit and problems keep cropping up. I'm trying to get her up to speed with everything, while simultaneously dealing with issues as they crop up. She keeps wandering around and staring at stuff instead of keeping up. At one point she tore off my head set to hear what I was listening to, breaking part of it on the process.
But the real fun part was when I pulled my phone out to check the time. As I was really looking forward to a smoke break.
That's when I saw I had 7 missed calls and 7 voicemails. Oh shit what's that about? Oh? I also have 7 out going calls.
To 911... Oh fuck!
So I just finished talking to an EMS and police officer that showed up to my job to investigate multiple emergency call hang ups.
Fuck mondays only 6 more hours left.
Update: this chick is seriously on all of the meth. She's dancing around and shit. Can't seem to multi task on the simplest thing. And is just all around being a tweaker.
Final update: tweaker had been fired. She believes it's because she broke my head set. Not for being a gacked out mess. At least my day just got a lot easier.
You there? What's your profession?