Ok. It's been a bad morning.
Early this morning, I stopped on my way to work to get a cup of coffee. I was inside for maybe fifteen minutes. When I went back out to my car, I noticed that my door magnet had been moved. I wouldn't have noticed, except that there is a thin layer of dust on my car, and I could see from the clean spot that the magnet had been moved about three inches to the right. Curious, I moved it back. Only to discover that some
had smacked my car door with enough force to leave a large dent and chip off a bunch of paint. And then the guy had the nerve to move my magnet in hopes that I wouldn't notice! And this car isn't just some hoopti. It's a 2012 Mazda3 iSport with a custom paint job. And truthfully, I would not have been NEARLY so upset if the guy had just left a note. Some small token of remorse and apology. I don't even want to make him pay to fix it. Just a simple "I'm sorry." But no, instead he moves my freaking magnet and takes off.
And my morning didn't even end there. I go into my office building to find that my reception office is locked. For the second time in a week. And the key (the pin type, not a regular tumbler key) is no longer on my doorjam. I am somewhat frustrated at this. I am always the first one to the office, and am there anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours before anyone else shows up. This morning I got there at 7:30 (Office opens at 8). I take a deep breath and call the office manager. He explains that he decided after I left on Friday, he decided that it should be locked (we have never locked it before), so he locked it, and put the key in my co-workers office. I always am at the office before her. So I don't know where he found the logic to put my key in her office.
Anyways, I set my things down in the waiting room, and go back to the kitchen to start getting it ready for the day. This usually takes about five minutes, and includes making coffee, wiping the occassional crumb off the counter etc. I walked in to what looked like a ground zero. Over the weekend, staff had come in with some of our clients. Apparently, they made rootbeer floats. I know this becuase there was soda and melted ice cream, EVERYWHERE. No exaggeration. It was on the walls, on the floor, on the counter, on the appliances, EVERYWHERE. And it had been sitting there for almost two days. It looked like there had been a food fight. You can imagine how congealed and nasty it was. I looked a little closer to find that there were two overflowing bags of trash on the floor, in addition to a full trash can. There was loose garbage on the floor, on the counter, and even crammed into the drain in the sink. There were nasty dirty dishes that hadn't even been rinsed. There was cookie crushed into the carpet all along the hallways.
Understandably, my vision ran red. Between my car door, being locked out of my office, and now having to get on my hands and knees and scrub sugary goo off the walls, I am ready to cry with frustration. It took me more than an hour to get the place clean and unsticky.
Thanks for listening and sorry for the long rant. I just feel like I have worked too hard and too diligently to be treated with this kind of disrespect and disregard.
Early this morning, I stopped on my way to work to get a cup of coffee. I was inside for maybe fifteen minutes. When I went back out to my car, I noticed that my door magnet had been moved. I wouldn't have noticed, except that there is a thin layer of dust on my car, and I could see from the clean spot that the magnet had been moved about three inches to the right. Curious, I moved it back. Only to discover that some
And my morning didn't even end there. I go into my office building to find that my reception office is locked. For the second time in a week. And the key (the pin type, not a regular tumbler key) is no longer on my doorjam. I am somewhat frustrated at this. I am always the first one to the office, and am there anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours before anyone else shows up. This morning I got there at 7:30 (Office opens at 8). I take a deep breath and call the office manager. He explains that he decided after I left on Friday, he decided that it should be locked (we have never locked it before), so he locked it, and put the key in my co-workers office. I always am at the office before her. So I don't know where he found the logic to put my key in her office.
Anyways, I set my things down in the waiting room, and go back to the kitchen to start getting it ready for the day. This usually takes about five minutes, and includes making coffee, wiping the occassional crumb off the counter etc. I walked in to what looked like a ground zero. Over the weekend, staff had come in with some of our clients. Apparently, they made rootbeer floats. I know this becuase there was soda and melted ice cream, EVERYWHERE. No exaggeration. It was on the walls, on the floor, on the counter, on the appliances, EVERYWHERE. And it had been sitting there for almost two days. It looked like there had been a food fight. You can imagine how congealed and nasty it was. I looked a little closer to find that there were two overflowing bags of trash on the floor, in addition to a full trash can. There was loose garbage on the floor, on the counter, and even crammed into the drain in the sink. There were nasty dirty dishes that hadn't even been rinsed. There was cookie crushed into the carpet all along the hallways.
Understandably, my vision ran red. Between my car door, being locked out of my office, and now having to get on my hands and knees and scrub sugary goo off the walls, I am ready to cry with frustration. It took me more than an hour to get the place clean and unsticky.
Thanks for listening and sorry for the long rant. I just feel like I have worked too hard and too diligently to be treated with this kind of disrespect and disregard.
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