Work Makes Me Angry...

I don't think it's a healthy job when your job (i.e., boss) has the power to piss you off in under eight seconds. Whether that be with a passing comment or inexcusable demands. I was told today (not asked, told), at 11:50 a.m. that I need to find people in my department to work this weekend, and OT on Monday and Tuesday.

And he needed to know by lunchtime so he could schedule it.

Okay, asshole. Let me get right on that.

First: ASK! Don't say you NEED, because what you NEED is irrelevant to me. I could give two shits.
Second: Hello! Ten minutes to find out what people have already planned for their impending weekend, and if they're willing to give it up at the drop of a hat for YOUR NEEDS?!?! What are you, a crack-whore trainee?
Three: Consider yourself lucky I haven't found a new job yet.

Oh, well. I think I'll deal with monkeys at any job I get, but it least in the future at the future new job, they won't be these monkeys.

I hafta go. Work beckons.