Ok, so I worked all weekend. That I was expecting. What I was NOT expecting was to end up working 13 hours yesterday, having to cancel my plans for the night, and working about 4 hours today. Damn customers with their damn issues. Granted, this one came up last week, but I wasn’t working it. When the lady sent a very irrate email to me, my boss, and a number of other people yesterday, I responded and explained to her what I had already explained to a member of her team last week. To which she replied that was completely unacceptable. Um…?
So I call her and talk through it and she insists it should’ve been fixed last week. Critical, audit, blah, blah, blah. And everyone on my team took the day off. I can handle part of it, but need some stuff from others. Several phone calls, emails, and hours later, around 10pm, I finally accept that I’m going to have to work today and call it a night for work.
The really irritating part, aside from the fact that I badly needed those drinks with friends last night, is that these completion issues have been going on for far too long. I keep saying we need to overhaul the whole process, but instead, one little thing gets fixed. And probably ends up breaking something else…..which we realize when the next big issue gets escalated. Ugh.
Anyway. I just plopped my pajama-covered ass onto the couch and turned on the tv, accepting that this will be how I spend what is left of my day off. Screw that list of errands. I’m going to be a complete sloth this afternoon.
And as I’m flipping through the movie channels….JOY! Rapture! Pretty in Pink is on HBO (nevermind the fact that I own the dvd). I love love love this movie. I can’t possibly be grumpy while watching it.
Like so many songs, this movie takes me back to my younger years. I was so in love with Duckie and lamented the fact that I could never meet anyone like him. My brother and I had the movie soundtrack (on cassette!! lol) and used to listen to it endlessly. That led to buying the Psychedelic Furs, and, my favorite band of all time, The Smiths. I credit this movie for introducing me to them.
So here I lay, on the couch, watching Duckie Dale plant one on Iona. And quoting every line, since there is no one here to be annoyed by it.
Of course, I’ll change the channel before Andy goes back to the major appliance at the end. I hate Blaine. In MY version, she always stays with Duckie at the prom.