2 weeks...

2 weeks of hell. 2 weeks of torment. 2 weeks of whiny, snotty, sniveling weinies! That is my life for 2 straight weeks. Luckily, I'm one down and one to go, but O.M.G!! Never, ever, ever again is this guy allowed to go on holidays unless I'm gone too. His clients are crazy s.o.b.'s, every last blasted one of them. They don't know what they want and when you suggest something they get all in your face and bitch that you're being too pushy.

Well - yeah!! I am being pushy, I want to get off the gods damned phone so I don't have to listen to your bloody whiny assed voice anymore. You're giving me a headache and I've had to listen to you for the last half-hour that could have been better used to do... oh, I dunno - WORK!!! Come on! I swear, when he gets back, I'm bloody well screwing his feet to the floor and he's never going on holidays again - EVER!!!

Alright, I feel mildly better... *sighs* 1 week down.... 1 to go... Gods I need a drink.