Let the Bitterness Continue

I'm all bent out of shape today because I actually don't have the day off. I have a stupid, pointless meeting that I'm pissed off about. I don't know what's going to come of it, but if I don't blow up and tell that stupid girl what I really think about her escapade last Sunday, I'd be surprised. I may have just started there but I was not born yesterday. She is either going to follow the rules or not; she is either going to come to work or not. She can't do things in between and half assed. I don't do that and I don't like coworkers who do. Since I'm in charge there on the weekends, she'll have my dispicable work ethic to reckon with. I'll wish her good luck with that. UGH. And the bad thing that sucks about asking how to check the work email at home is that I did that yesterday. My boss asked me where something was. I don't know. Ask the VSA where he left it over the weekend and ask the people who were at the front desk for the event that night. Honestly. I am either way too logical in my thinking or people I work with just lack that ability. I don't know if putting up with all the bullshit is worth anything, but it's a hard time right now. I'll have to stick it out and wait to see how things go after the ReOpening. (I have to write it like that because it was the agreed marketing for our Museum Makeover.)

Blogger is pissing me off right now. I think before anything else gets me more aggitated, I'll just call it a post and be done with it.

Used car rates for loans suck. I honestly cannot believe how sick the banking industry is. I also cannot believe that I don't have anyone in my family who works for the Big Three. Now that I think my only option is a brand new car, I need the discount, damnit. I'm a fifth or sixth generation Detroiter in some fashion on both sides of my family. What gives? What the hell did we do in this city?