It’s Raining Poop

I was reading an article about weird workplace encounters today and one story in particular caught my eye: “A radio station employee was threatened at gunpoint when an angry patron was unhappy with the promotional bumper stickers he received. The patron demanded McDonald’s coupons instead; when the employee didn’t have any, the man flashed what looked like a handgun. She searched her car and found a coupon for a free cheeseburger. The man took it, made a derogatory comment about the radio station and rode away on his bike.”

What a country. Every time I read stuff like this it puts me in mind of how, no matter how bad my job is at times it could always be worse. Also, I cracked up when I read this because, honestly, he threatened her with a handgun because he wanted McDonald’s coupons? That is a serious McNugget jones he’s working there. And then he rode away on his bike?! How very cosmopolitan.

The reason I bring this up is that I’ve had a bit of a rough day. It was a classically bad day in that it started bad, got a little bit worse, and then faded into the kind of uncomfortable obscurity that makes you dread what’s coming next. My manager is so mad at me that she wrote an email to me in large font, all CAPITAL LETTERS, in red ink, with the word “Hell” strategically placed in it. Then she sent me another email, again in caps, reiterating her point. She hasn’t spoken to me all day and I can’t help but feel that now that the crap has hit the fan, what went up must come down and it’s going to be raining poop any second now.

To top it off, however, is the fact that she’s conducting my employee performance review tomorrow. I think that’s going to go well, don’t you? Making things even better is the prospect of dropping Doc off at the vet tomorrow for his very inclusive bris. My review is at 9am so I’ll drop my puppy off at the vet for surgery and then walk right into my performance review. I’m telling you, weekends were made for weeks like this.

I will write about the sure-to-be-wonderful events tomorrow, well, tomorrow. So for now I’m Erika Mitchell, signing out.

2 thoughts on “It’s Raining Poop

  1. I was having a bad day until I clicked on your blog, and came upon the newest title. It was very random and made my day. I’m sorry to hear about you work situation though.

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