Tired. and Frustrated.

That word deserves a capital F.

If there's one thing this current job will teach me, it is patience :

Patience for staff who pass the buck around. Patience for said staff who feign ignorance, fob me off, cause me to spend an entire hour trying to chase down the right manager, only for me to discover it was her fucking department's area in the first place.

Oh, and Patience for an expensive CRM platform that does fuck all. Patience for said platform when it doesn't work for half a goddamned day.

I am *tired*.

Cannot bloody wait for my long weekend. Clearing 2 more days of my leave. Not even sure if my contract will be extended beyond in Dec but I've been oo comfortable, and too lazy, to look for alternative work.

Bernie, Mag and I were talking about having "crosses to bear" in our lives and perhaps this job is meant to teach me Patience. And I try. I try to live with the sub-normal fucking morons who sit on their asses and fend off work. God help me, my BP burst through the roof to-day. And I can physically feel it - the aggravation.


Patience. I try, but obviously to-day I didn't succeed.