Wah. And that's the actual sound I'm making right now. One of my wisdom teeth picked today to come out. Wonderful, just wonderful.

When I woke up today, everything was just like it was last night. The sheets on the bed were all rumpled, sure, and my stomach was fuller than I remember (Love late night pizzas with my brother. He's the best talaga.), yes, but more than anything, I had just the right amount of teeth in my mouth. It wasn't until midday that I noticed I couldn't quite close my mouth. It felt like I had cotton somewhere at the back of my mouth.

So I ask Marlon to check and see what the hell was up with my mouth. I opened wide and he spent a considerable amount of time looking around (Which I, quite frankly, didn't mind since I happen to have no cavities or fillings in any of my teeth. I love my teeth, yey.). He finally said, I don't know, but there's a part that's red all over. The moment he said red all over, I was just stapled to where I was. Red all over?! What does that mean?!

I asked Jen (Or was it Mai?) to check it out (Hey, it's just like asking for another doctor's opinion.) and all that she told me was that I had this singaw where it hurt. That left me even more confused than Marlon's red all over, really. So I gave up.

Then again, not really. I went about my usual business the store, occasionally screaming It's hurts! It's hurts you know!, getting a laugh here and there from my workmates. There were, if I must confess, some customers who got an undeserved dose of bad service. Bottomline: I was grumpy throughout the day. You try growing these stupid teeth and we'll see how happy you turn out.

Now, I sound like I'm sucking on this enormous candy. It's hurts! It's hurts you know!

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I *heart* Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's Venus in Furs.

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Today, I (re)discovered that I work for idiots.

(1) Emilee has been trying to locate the store's phone manual for about a week now. However, the phone we're using was the phone of the previous company that leased the location so it was actually pointless to even try to look for it. Emilee gave up on looking for it. She's so stupid she didn't even try to google it. Well, I'm not stupid. I googled it. The first result that came up was a .pdf of the user's manual. We now have a copy of the manual, printed from our office computer.

(2) Joel (our new Operations and Marketing Manager) has been whining about our phone. You know how when you call tech support there's a voicemail system that picks up and says If you're calling about billing, press one. If you're calling about tech support, press two. blah blah blah? Well, he wants that for our store's phone. He (and Emilee) called Verizon and were told that that feature was available with our phone.

The two left it up to me to figure out this whole thing. It took me five minutes with the handset to know that, contrary to the Verizon guy, our phone does not have the feature. So I called Verizon and they told me the very same thing - our handset already provided that feature. I told the guy I was speaking with that I turned our phone upside down and spent forever browsing through the phone's manual (Yeah, right.) and can't seem to find that feature. I asked him, in my sweetest, politest, flirtiest voice to please maybe connect me to somebody who could help me figure this out. He tranferred me to a very nice lady who told me that what I wanted was a multiple mailbox system (Aha! See, now it has a name!) and that, for a mere $10 a month and a one-time fee of $15 for its set-up, could be made available for our small business account. She was actually starting to type stuff up when I told her, and I guess she jumped up a little bit, that I have to call my boss first, tell him about what we spoke about and make sure that it's what we want and need.

I called Joel and told him about it and all he said was Beautiful.

BEAUTIFUL? That's understatement of the year! You mean I should give this girl a raise, right?!, I wanted to scream at him. But there'll be time enough for that later... When he's all settled in the glory he will take from my job well done.

I pity those two. I got this ball rolling by myself; the two of them worked together and accomplished nothing. Stupid ass bosses. Hoy, posisyon lang ang nilamang niyo sa'kin. Pero sa galing, higit ako sa inyo. Higit na higit ako sa inyo.

God. Can people please not piss me off when I'm teething?! I just don't have as much tolerance for incompetence.

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kitten posted @ 9:32 PM