I don't like Mondays
My Mondays were usually a cliche. It sucks. Or I get the Monday blues and hide from the office. But not too long ago, I started being a little bit responsible and got rid of the Monday blues.
The Monday blues, however, decided they're not done with me, so since pseudo sickness won't work, getting the short end of the temper stick probably does. Without fail every Monday I would get scolded or shouted at for something or the other, and you know what's great? Most things aren't even my fault.
For example, last week I suggested a basic photography "lecture" to be conducted by the photographers for us producers, so we're kept abreast of what's happening technically. I should've kept my big mouth shut. The photographer(s), not grasping the concept that they're the experts and should be explaining to us, decided that we should compile a list of questions of what we wanna know.
I mean, that's alright actually except we don't know much of what to ask besides a few things. I've come out with a few questions myself. To know more I would have to open up the photographer's portfolio to ask them how they shot such and such.
Anyway, one of the photographer's called me today and said he wants the questions by the end of the day. No problem except the other 2 producers haven't done anything and one of the two is not even at the office (some meeting or the other, as usual). That's fine. Then this guy asked me to compile the questions because he doesn't want to see 3 separate emails from us with what may be the same questions. Fine.
Then while he was on the phone with me another photographer (he's supposed to be the nicest one there - though he sounds like he's having a temper tantrum all the time), quickly wanted to speak to me to ask where's the list of what the producers could contribute & stuff (some homework they gave us ages ago which we ignored / completely forgot to do). The way he asked was pretty nasty, and then what? I'm supposed to answer for 3 people? So I said I guess it slipped our minds?
And I got scolded for that. How the fuck would I know why everyone didn't do it? As I remembered correctly it was around the time when we were really really busy so it is fair to say it slipped our minds. Or maybe we didn't have anything to say. Actions means more than words? Don't that fucking mean anything?
We could write all the bullshit about how we could be better producers and it's gonna sound like high school Pendidikan Moral. Anyway, I got scolded on behalf of everyone.
And then later in the day when I was getting ready to go for yoga practise, and while changing from my work clothes, guess what happened. I broke the zipper of my fucking vintage dress. It's a zip front dress (all the way down from neck to my knees) and somehow, bending down to put on my pants I broke the zipper! Genius! Now I'm gonna have to replace the damn thing.
Yoga took out all the stress from today, for which I am glad. But even during yoga I kept losing my concentration from the sweat that's dripping into my nose. Yes, my nose! I almost choked from my own sweat. Monday won't even cut me a break there. Geez.
After yoga I drove home and at the automated gate the stupid barrier won't open after I tapped my access card a few times. I don't know if it's my card that's fucking up or the barrier. That's fine. But some asshole in the cars behind me started honking and shouting Oi cepatlah! like he's having diarrhea and shitting in his pants already and the fate of his car seat depends on my getting through pronto. After I got through I shouted back I hope you get stuck! Asshole!
That's enough whingeing for the day methinks. I feel better...but Mondays still sucks ass.
The Monday blues, however, decided they're not done with me, so since pseudo sickness won't work, getting the short end of the temper stick probably does. Without fail every Monday I would get scolded or shouted at for something or the other, and you know what's great? Most things aren't even my fault.
For example, last week I suggested a basic photography "lecture" to be conducted by the photographers for us producers, so we're kept abreast of what's happening technically. I should've kept my big mouth shut. The photographer(s), not grasping the concept that they're the experts and should be explaining to us, decided that we should compile a list of questions of what we wanna know.
I mean, that's alright actually except we don't know much of what to ask besides a few things. I've come out with a few questions myself. To know more I would have to open up the photographer's portfolio to ask them how they shot such and such.
Anyway, one of the photographer's called me today and said he wants the questions by the end of the day. No problem except the other 2 producers haven't done anything and one of the two is not even at the office (some meeting or the other, as usual). That's fine. Then this guy asked me to compile the questions because he doesn't want to see 3 separate emails from us with what may be the same questions. Fine.
Then while he was on the phone with me another photographer (he's supposed to be the nicest one there - though he sounds like he's having a temper tantrum all the time), quickly wanted to speak to me to ask where's the list of what the producers could contribute & stuff (some homework they gave us ages ago which we ignored / completely forgot to do). The way he asked was pretty nasty, and then what? I'm supposed to answer for 3 people? So I said I guess it slipped our minds?
And I got scolded for that. How the fuck would I know why everyone didn't do it? As I remembered correctly it was around the time when we were really really busy so it is fair to say it slipped our minds. Or maybe we didn't have anything to say. Actions means more than words? Don't that fucking mean anything?
We could write all the bullshit about how we could be better producers and it's gonna sound like high school Pendidikan Moral. Anyway, I got scolded on behalf of everyone.
And then later in the day when I was getting ready to go for yoga practise, and while changing from my work clothes, guess what happened. I broke the zipper of my fucking vintage dress. It's a zip front dress (all the way down from neck to my knees) and somehow, bending down to put on my pants I broke the zipper! Genius! Now I'm gonna have to replace the damn thing.
Yoga took out all the stress from today, for which I am glad. But even during yoga I kept losing my concentration from the sweat that's dripping into my nose. Yes, my nose! I almost choked from my own sweat. Monday won't even cut me a break there. Geez.
After yoga I drove home and at the automated gate the stupid barrier won't open after I tapped my access card a few times. I don't know if it's my card that's fucking up or the barrier. That's fine. But some asshole in the cars behind me started honking and shouting Oi cepatlah! like he's having diarrhea and shitting in his pants already and the fate of his car seat depends on my getting through pronto. After I got through I shouted back I hope you get stuck! Asshole!
That's enough whingeing for the day methinks. I feel better...but Mondays still sucks ass.
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