My week

Oh man, what a week! Work was absolutely crazy, which was completely expected, but to make matters worse we had phone "issues" on Tuesday. All of these people were calling either to get registered or to get help and they were getting a message that their call was being blocked due to their area code. Huh? So, of course, people were freaking out and either calling my boss's direct line (which only goes to voicemail and states to call the toll free number (my line) for help, so I don't know why he even bothers to list it) or e-mailing either tech support or me directly with frantic messages about how they paid their tech support fees so how dare we block their calls, or freaking out 'cause they waited all year to catch up their information and now that it's time to print reports everything is screwed up and they don't know what to do, and they need help NOW!!! OMFG! So I try to call SBC and navigate through their mind-numbing automated system without ripping the fucking phone out of the wall and throwing it directly into the goddamn computer, which is no small feet to avoid, lemme tell ya! But with phone and computer intact, I made my way through the system only to have them tell me that due to heavy call volume, they would be unable to take my call and to call again later, goodbye. You've got to be freakin'' kidding me! That was it, I took a much needed break! Anyway, come to find out it was a problem with the toll free service provider, not my line, and everything worked out in the end. Of course then, I was completely backed up and overwhelmed, plus it was Em's last day of Christmas vacation and she was grounded from "fun stuff" due to pre-pubescent attitude problems, so she was bored and miserable and frankly quite whinny and demanding, so all in all, it was a completely disastrous day. The rest of the week has been somewhat better (school is now back in session, whoo hoo!) but it's still crazy busy and sucking major butt. I'm just trying to remind myself that this one period of total chaos is worth all of the freedom this cushy job typically affords me. Sooooo, I think I can, I think I can...

Well, every day is just more and more drama concerning Bub and his job now. My idea of stability most certainly does not include him coming to me every other day saying we need to start implementing other plans to generate income because he doesn't think the company will survive because Jim (his boss/owner) is completely incompetent. Even though Jim has owned and operated this thriving company for over 12 years now, and has always gotten along just fine in the past. But it doesn't really surprise me, Bub thinks anyone who doesn't think and do things the way he does is incompetent. He's already planning for going back to working for himself, so everything has had to be this huge discussion about our future and how he should handle things and so on. I don't get why he does this, he wants to know what I think about everything because he knows that I don't feel like I have a real say in anything, but whenever I tell him my opinions I just get lectured on how and why they're wrong and useless. He really just wants to go over and over every freakin' thought or idea that pops into his head and have me completely agree and reassure him that he is, of course, all knowing and always right. If I answer incorrectly then I'm not listening as always, and I need to fix my communication skills so he can carry on a real conversation with me. "Real" meaning that I automatically come to all the same conclusions about things as he does, but on my own. Because if I can do that, then it means that I've actually been listening to him, so of course, how could I not come to the same conclusions, because his way is the right way. The problem is that I just don't think the way he does and I never will, (thank goodness!) but that makes for frequent and inevitable lectures. God, I hate talking about this shit here because I know anyone who reads this must be screaming to get the hell out, because that's exactly what I would be screaming too. And it really does me no good other than having an outlet to vent, but I know I'm not going to do anything about it, so really, it's just fucking pathetic! What do I do? I just try to let it go as much as possible and strive to make the best of what I have, but the resentment is building, and I'm just so tired of it all. So fucking tired.

Wow, I didn't intend for my first post back after this crazy week to be so depressing, but that's what I'm dealing with, so there it is.