Work
Work is alright. My co-workers is alright. But do I have an ass of a boss to deal with. Working with him wasn't so bad in the beginning, but after nearly three years of dealing with him, I'm tired. He's full of s*** sometimes.

Example 1: He expects everyone to be on-time and on the ball. Sometimes I'm late by 15 minutes because of traffic. Here is telling me I have to stay an extra 15 minutes at the end of the day because I was late. This coming from a man who completely forgets appointments and is constantly late for meetings.

Example 2: He gets mad at me because I gave his cell phone number to a potential employee. He tells I'm not suppose to do that and would I like it if he gave my cell number to the workers to ask. His cell phone is for business use and potential employee is part of the business. My cell phone number is personal use and I personally pay for it. He has no right to even say such a thing.

Example 3: "My favorite" is when he gets mad over little mistakes like a typo in the bid proposal or invoice. He rails on about it for like a good 5 minutes when all he has to tell us what is wrong and we can correct. He has to go on and on and on and alert all the parties involved of this error before a correction is made. All this coming from a man who's sense of written organization is bad, he terrible writing, terrible grammer and misspells the same words over and over again even after reading the correct words. He goes over all the written the material before signing. It's my fault if the final has an error.

As you can see, he has all these high standards for everyone else but yet in his bizzare mind he's completely excluded from his standards. His wife likes to tell me that he was getting good grades when he was going for his medical degree, and at the same time he had a wife and three kids. Now tell me how is it possible that a man who can't keep his own schedule straight, can't spell and has bad grammer and has a lack of attention to detail make it through three years of medical school with a family and get good grades?

Missing You.
I am missing you like you wouldn't believe, like you couldn't know....

I am missing you that it hurts not to hear from you regularly.

I am missing you so damn much and here is the weekend upon me.

Friday afternoon, friday night, saturday and sunday will be extremely long just reminding me of how you are not here to spend time with.

I just miss your company, your good company.

Phone Calls
So I tried waiting for him to call today and he didn't. Actually he said he'd try to call last night but he didn't. He said he'd try to call today, but for some reason I don't think he will. That seems to be the pattern here. He told me that the last time and he didn't call the whole day and I spent the whole day "beating" myself up emotional and going crazy from not hearing from him.

I tried calling him and I was automatically plugged into his answering machine. No ringing at all. That means the phone died or that he's just out of range.

I miss him. I think some things are worth fighting for and I never really fought for anything. I guess I never really wanted anything badly. So what happens when you fight and you try to give it your all and in the end you just lose? Does that mean I shouldn't try fighting for things I want? So what's the use of fighting if the odds are against you? Do I submit, resign to what might be the inevitable results? Do I just jump the gun and accept and take my loses now and try to move on?

Life sure can suck sometimes....

Work Sucks
I've been here at this job for almost 3 years and I've gotten good at what I'm doing but damn I have to say I'm getting tired of it and ready for something else. It pays well, the people are nice for the most part (except my stupid boss!)

I had to sit here yesterday in a "sound war" with him. I had the radio going and he had Marina's radio playing some italian opera song. For some reason he felt the fucken need to make it loud so that it drowned out my radio. I had to turn mines up and then he turned his up and all I could think of doing was keeping the xerox machine continually copying paper so I wouldn't have to hear him try to sing foreign words that I truly doubt he knows what the words mean exactly. It would be him I would be having a "sound war" with.

When Marina plays her radio and listens to her talk show and I'm playing the radio, we somehow manage to listen to our own programs without having to go into a "sound war." Only my stupid idiotic boss I would get into some sound war with. It's not like I listen to the radio loudly either.

If I wanted to listen to that foreign opera stuff I have my own mouth to request to ask him to play it louder if I wanted to. Idiot!