Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I'm not your Honey.

Dear Jerk-Face Customer,

I hate you.  P.S. Please go to hell.

Someone who doesn't care about you or your sniveling shit-for-brain complaints at all.

So today was one of those magical days where the sun and the stars and the moon align to make my life hell.  This must be payback for laughing at that kid in Snuffy's.  

I came into work today only to have to read a report that made me so mad I stormed around the office for at least a half hour.  It doesn't even matter what the report is - it's just really useless in my opinion.  Then I got on the phone with one of the rudest people I've ever talked to.  My customers are so nice...this was somebody else's customer and it got dumped on me.  The dude proceeded to call me a liar, then he told me he was going to get my company removed from a program (which is such bullshit) and then he called me honey.  As in, "Listen here, Honey."  Then he hung up on me.  So I called him back and told him he was wrong.  I literally explained to the guy how he was wrong.  His response, "Well it doesn't really matter."

What a d-bag.