SHOUTING THREAD! →[More:]I spent the last 90 minutes of the workday dealing with stupid bullshit from the Executive Assistant from Hell (EAFH). I needed her boss to sign some letters. He wanted the salutations on two of them changed from "Dear Professor LastName" to "Dear FirstName," because he knows them personally. No big deal. He, her boss had already signed page 2. I just needed to change page 1 so that they were addressed by first name. But EAFH refused to give me page 2 until she could "review" the elementary changes ("Dear Professor Smith" --> "Dear Mary") to page 1. Refused! She held them hostage! I told *my* boss (who is every bit as frustrated by EAFH as I am) that I felt like making the changes in crayon. I mean, if you're going to treat me like a fucking first grader, I might as well do the work of a first grader.

And THEN I get home and hear rats in the crawlspace, again! And there's this weird invasion of cockroaches coming from somewhere! And the cats keep killing them and leaving them in the middle of the floor. And the fleas are taking over, but I can't buy Frontline until payday! And GODDAMMIT, after I get home I discover that the tree roots have once again choked out the main sewer line (happens ever two years; it's due), and so the toilet/bathtub won't drain. I plunged and plunged, and now my bathtub is full of bark. And my landlord is out of town for a month. And the plumbing service said that they'd just bill her, that they were sending someone, but then they called back and said, "Oh, we can't get in touch with her!" And I said, "Duh, I told you she's out of town." And they said, "but we can't send someone out until we talk to her." She left me the contact info for someone who can make emergency decisions in her absence, but that person hasn't called me back.

AND ALL I WANT TO DO AFTER THIS SHITTY DAY IS TAKE A SHOWER, BUT I CAN'T, BECAUSE MY BATHTUB IS FULL OF WOODCHIPS!!!

And the GF totally didn't help, and really only made it worse, so I had to say "You know, I really don't feel like talking anymore" and hang up, and now I'll probably get a guilt trip about that.

I just want to take a hot shower.