Well, today went much better than yesterday, I have to say. I was even able to take care of some longstanding tasks I inherited from Susie, so smoothly did today go. And I needed the break, too. Tomorrow I�ve got four meetings, two of them back to back, and one of them with The Extremely Testy Ballet, which I�m really not looking forward to.
Basically, TETB have had their knickers in a twist for a full week about�well, everything, really. Honestly, their numbers are some of the best of all our clients, but they aren�t happy with anything! On Monday, they sent me a snotty email about how they hadn�t received their weekly report yet. I�d have felt bad about it, except that their weekly report isn�t supposed to go out until FUCKING TUESDAY. On Tuesday, they sent me an enraged email demanding to know why certain figures were left off the report, and I replied that it was because they hadn�t given us enough time to cull sufficient data to include on the report yet. They also bitched me out because we were taking credit card payments via a certain credit card which they apparently don�t accept, even though they approved all the forms we�ve been using, all of which include a section for payments via said card.
And I get to meet with these charming women tomorrow. Aside from saying, �Your numbers are great, but you two are fucking crazy,� I don�t know what to do. It�s going to be very tense, and I know they�re going to demand a bunch of answers I can�t give. The stupid thing is that I really kind of like them, too. I mean, they seem very sweet, and passionate about what they do, but they�re bullheaded, pushy, and controlling as well. Like have some fucking patience already. Also, don�t give me crap about this credit card business -- not only did you guys approve it yourselves, but I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! Hello? New guy here!
Whatever. Let�s talk about my friend Ms. X! I�m calling her Ms. X because what you�re about to read is incredibly incriminating. Supporting players are X�s college roommate, Ms. Y, and X�s boyfriend, Mr. Z. See if you can follow along.
X and Z started dating, but soon X became suspicious that perhaps Z was seeing Y on the side. Just suspicious, mind you -- she had nothing concrete to go on. But she was determined to find out if her fears had any real basis. Personally, I find this admirable. I know a lot of you people are thinking, �Well, why didn�t she just ask Z or Y?� to which I reply, �You�ve never been in this situation, have you?�
The minute you say something like, �Hey honey, I was thinking we could go to the beach this weekend! Also, are you cheating on me with my roommate?� your relationship is permanently fucked. I mean, how would you react to your SO even �casually� asking you if you�ve been fooling around? So X decided to take matters into her own hands and gather some evidence before effecting a confrontation. We won�t go into details, but suffice it to say that X went to some seriously devious and underhanded lengths to spy on these two, and I am totally impressed!
I mean, I understand that X maybe went a little overboard, but I can relate. I�m not going to go into it now, but once upon a time, I too was on the business end of some awkward pauses whenever my then-beloved�s name came up in conversation with his friends. I too was privy to one side of the Mysterious Phone Call he was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about afterward. I too noticed discrepancies in timelines, and the occasional article of unfamiliar clothing lying about. I too tried to hack into his email. Maybe I went a little overboard, but considering I was dumped for �someone else� two months later, I think maybe not.
Anyway, my point is that it took a lot of sheer nerve and audacity to perpetrate some of the things X did in the name of consumptive paranoia. And I admit that I flushed with envy when I realized how brazen she was. She put me to shame, you guys.
I felt this particular rerun was fairly apt.
