The Poop Emoji Day

After dealing with those flies, that glass of wine turned into the bottle of wine, which didn't work out well for me writing about last Wednesday being the Poop Emoji Day. Here is a quick run down of Poop Emoji Day.

Wednesday began wonderfully because I knew that it was the last time I was walking into the flaming pit of hell I called "office". I was lucky enough to find a job so I could quit the dumpster fire that I was currently working. Well, to make a long story short, I got called into a meeting 10 minutes before I was supposed to leave. Ten minutes before I was supposed to leave. TEN. Who does that?

In the meeting, what I wanted to say was, "I quit this dumpster fire! And good luck finding anyone who can deal with this hell hole for more than a year!" I'd explain more details, but I think they are better left untyped. If you know me, you know where I worked, and you can go Glassdoor that place for yourself and see the reviews.

Let's just say, holding that statement in was one of the hardest things I've had to do lately, and had the GM of the plant been there, I wouldn't have been able to hold it in. It would have been one hell of an exit. Totally unprofessional, but one hell of an exit.

As I am leaving, I'm thinking, oh praise sweet baby Jesus, I can calm down now and get some errands complete. Wednesday had other plans for me. I decide to call and try and get the issue with my alarm company resolved because yet again, no one has called me back to let me know what is going on - because that is great customer service right? Riigggghhhhhttttt. Sheesh, just typing this is getting me heated.

I finally get someone on the phone, who informs me there is nothing she can do to help me, which literally sets me into tailspin number two for the day.

That company can now use me as a "How to deal with a hostile customer" example. I think I ended the call with "And you're a bitch!" Blind rage. I think all the things I've been angry about for the past year pretty much came out to that poor girl too. Sigh, I'd feel sorry for her, but I hate that company so much I just don't care.

Then I go to have a glass of wine, and enter suicidal black fly.

That sums up Poop Emoji Day. Sigh, I was going to add in the weekend recap to this, but this girl is just too tired right now. I'm going to curl up in bed and fall asleep watching a horror movie, whoops, I mean election returns. God willing, you'll have something else to read tomorrow!