Must quote Steve Martin to set proper mood...

"Welcome to Marathon. May I help you?"
"Yes."
"How may I help you?"
"You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks. Then you can give me a fucking automobile. A fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick. Four fucking wheels and a seat."
"I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me."
"And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile at my fucking face. I want a fucking car right fucking now."

Anyone ever share the same sentiment? I sure do this morning. I just found out that months of long hours of dealing with customers who we have dragged around town with the migration has been ignored by the "higher ups" yet again. The total fuck ups that have occurred, totally outside of my group, are still not cleaned up and have intentionally not been addressed because the bigwigs cannot decide who's got a bigger dick apparently. I think I've again pissed off a VP in a major way yet again.

I HATE being ignored. I hate being overlooked, hate having my efforts underestinated or discounted as negligable. I want to know that I'm heard, I want my fucking title and I want it now. I will not stand by and watch my group again be pressured into cleaning up the mess of another group.

time passess....

Okay, so I have now gained much status at my office. I just gained an increased respect of my entire group AND grossed out the boys at the same time! If this were grade school, I'd RULE the playground! All I had to do was eat a meal worm. It was clean, freeze dried, dry, and tasted like a peanut. I couldn't believe that the boys were so squeamish. It's JUST a worm. They wouldn't even try one after I finished mine.

Yes. I'm the bomb, and I'm surrounded by duds. :)