Thursday, December 25, 2014

I hate this job..

It's 3:30 pm of Christmas day and I decide to go biking up to Timberland for some much needed exercise.  Around 4:30pm I was already on the way and everything was going quite well.  As I was on the ascent, I start to get text messages on my phone and I clearly couldn't stop to read them so I decide to ignore them and slog my way up slowly.

As I was on the final part of the climb, my phone rings and fortunately for me I was wearing my headset so I take the call. It's my boss and he tells me that one of our clients will be picking up some hogs tomorrow and that he wants me to take care of it.  I apologize for being out of breath and tell him that I was biking my way up to Timberland and he decides to cut the call short.  And as the call cuts off all I could think about is how I much I want to quit and look for a different job at this point.

Inasmuch as I'm pissed at getting that call, I know that my boss is just as pissed.  Because he too got the call from our client and had to relay the information to me on Christmas day.  What a job we both have..

Merry Christmas.

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