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Thursday, 23 February 2006
Wow!
Mood:  incredulous
Wow! It's been almost a year since I've posted an entry on this blog. I'm am so frickin' lazy!!!!!

I'm not working right now so I don't really have anything to rant and rave about.

Hope everyone is doing well.

Posted by princessr9 at 6:46 PM PST
Wednesday, 6 April 2005
Top 3
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Say My Name - Destiny's Child
The top three things to do while you're at work.

1. Since you're at WORK, why don't you try WORKING!

2. Act like you're working. Everybody has days that they don't really want to do anything. But at least they fake it.

3. Ok, so I could only come up with two, but by no circumstances should you sit at your desk and pluck your eyebrows or clip your fingernails. That's just tacky.

Posted by princessr9 at 9:34 AM PDT
Monday, 14 February 2005
Hay is the first stage of horse s**t
Mood:  amorous
Now Playing: I hate everything about you - Three Days Grace
Little boss, my name is not "hey princess". My mother did not name me hey. She named me princess, because that's what she wanted people to call me! Every single time you say "hey princess?", it makes me want to beat you over the head with my notepad. Really it does. Your voice is like fingernails on a chalkboard. Shut up! I'd say don't call me hey princess, but what I'd really like is for you to not call me at all! This concludes today's rant. Thank you for reading.

Have a happy valentines day everyone!

Posted by princessr9 at 3:50 PM PST
Wednesday, 9 February 2005
Hey, where did I go?
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: More to Life - Staci Orrico
Wow! I can't remember the last time I posted here. I've been very lazy lately. I think it may be the winter blahs. I just can't seem to get motivated to do anything. And I just came back from a week long vacation. Why does it seem like vacations wear us out more than just the every day stuff we do? Who knew relaxing took so much energy?

Little boss informed me this morning that he just had "one small task" for me. Excuse me? That little boy is gettin' way to big for his britches. Nevermind that he's six years younger than me and NOT my boss, just where does he get off? I don't know, but I sure could tell him where to go! Basically he wants me to go hunting through paperwork and find an equipment listing, just because he doesn't want to do it himself. Hey! Maybe I could pass this on to somebody else! Oh Britney! Where are you?

We had yet another person quit on us and managed to hire someone and now the newest girl has almost completed her training. To those of you out there thinking about quitting your job, at least call and tell someone you're not going to be coming in any more. It really sucks to be left sitting at work and not know if the next person is coming in for their shift.

Posted by princessr9 at 10:27 AM PST
Wednesday, 19 January 2005
Oh yes!
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: In Those Jeans - Ginuwine


I just overheard Little Boss telling our receptionist this:

LB: Britney, the burrito I bought for lunch, is now ice cold and I would like to finish it before it begins to rot. So could you please if anybody else calls for me, put them straight to my voicemail.

Britney: Sure, um, ok.

I can understand wanting to finish lunch while it's still hot. I very much appreciate a nice hot lunch, who doesn't right?

What I'm wondering about is the need to tell the poor girl the state of his burrito. Did that really need to be expressed? I'm guessing Britney doesn't give a rats ass if his lunch is cold or not.

Posted by princessr9 at 2:01 PM PST
Tuesday, 18 January 2005
I'd Like That In Writing Please
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: Tilt Ya Head Back - Nelly

Little boss wanted me to type up a change order for an account we're working on today. This is the discussion that took place when he got me on the intercom.

"Princess, can you type this up for me? It's blah blah blah, yada yada yada, blah blah blah, yada yada yada."

"Little boss, can you please give that to me in writing please. That's too much for me to write down right now. I'm in the middle of programming a panel."

"Sure thing Princess, I'll bring that in to you in a minute"

"Thanks Little boss"

So about five minutes later he walks into my office and asks me,

"So, are you ready to write this down?"

W T F?

Did you not hear me? Was I speaking Chinese? What the hell happened in the span of five minutes that you forgot that I asked YOU to put it in writing and then I would type up the correct form.

Why me? Does anyone else have this problem?

Posted by princessr9 at 11:43 AM PST
Monday, 17 January 2005
And that's because?
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Stacy's Mom - Fountains of Wayne

I don't know about any of you, but I started staying home by myself around 8 years old. Sure, things were vastly different than they are today. People and predators are bolder and there is much more trouble kids can get into. But what I don't understand for the life of me is why a 14 year old high school freshman can't get herself home and stay home until her mom can get off work.

My boss seems to be of the mind that she can't leave her children alone. She leaves early because her children only have half day or she picks them up from school, but can't come back to the office. There are times when she is needed here and isn't around because she just HAD to go pick up her daughter or son.

When I was a freshman in high school I either rode the bus home or, horrror or horrors, I rode my bike! It's shocking, I know. To think that we might potentially teach a child a little self sufficiency and responsibility is just too much for me to bear. What ever happened to helping your kids became worth while adults instead of sniveling little brats that can't do anything for themselves and live with mommy and daddy until they're 35.

Sure, there are special circumstances in certain case. However, why oh why, can't these children get themselves home, or simply be dropped off?

I've come to the point where I've decided to start looking for a new job. I've had enough of being bossed around by an arrogant, snot nosed little brat and his equally pompous father. It would be ok if my work were recognized and appreciated, but there has never been so much as a simple thank you. I make good money here, but the cons outweigh the pros at this point and I need to find myself a way to be more available for my kids and a little more freedom for me and my family.

There is only so much headbanging and teeth gnashing one can do and I think I've done enough. But never fear, no matter where you go or what you do, there will always be an asshole to rant about.

Posted by princessr9 at 5:24 PM PST
Thursday, 6 January 2005
Can't you tell him?
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Let Me Blow Your Mind - Eve

Unbelievbale! Little boss was in a hurry so he could make it home in time to go to the car show with big boss, so he asks me to finish his phone call. I sat at my desk stunned. He can't finish a two minute conversation and then leave? He's going with his dad for pete's sake! I'm sure big boss will wait for little boss. Oh yeah, little boss left early so he could go to the car show. But it's work related because they're going to look at new work trucks.

Now pardon me, I may be just a silly girl, but when you look at a work truck, don't you go to a dealership? At car shows all they show are concept cars and cars that have been all tricked out. Not utility vehicles. Just who are they trying to kid? Me, that's who.

So back to the point. He was on the phone with a customer and the customer wanted to add something to his account. So little boss asks me if I can take care of that, but I'm on the phone myself and don't see why little boss can't handle his own phone call. "Why can't you just ask him what he wants" he says. Because you snot nosed little brat, it's not my job and because you're perfectly capable of finding out what it is the guy wants and handling it yourself. Just because big boss bought tickets to a car show and wants you to go with him, doesn't mean you get to dump all your stuff on me so you can leave early. So no, I can't tell him what he wants to know.

Posted by princessr9 at 4:12 PM PST
Monday, 3 January 2005
Ever wonder why?
Mood:  quizzical
Now Playing: Lala - Ashlee Simpson (sometimes cable radio sucks)
Do you ever wonder why they call it working? Why do you say "I'm going to work"?

I have a theory, please indulge me. It's because you're supposed to be WORKING! You are given money to arrive at a destination and do what the person that gets paid more than you tells you to do.

Granted the last couple of weeks have been pretty relaxed with the holidays and all, but the holidays are over now. Merry christmas and happy new year. Now get your butt back to work!

Please, do not:

-break up with your boyfriend on the phone

-call your now ex-boyfriend and beg him to come back

-make pro and con lists for your ex-boyfriend and your workout partner so you can decide which hunk of meat you really want

-come in and give me all the dirty details as though what is going on in your life makes some sort of difference in mine. (yes, I know that's mean, but if you knew how many times this woman has broken up and gotten back together with this horses' ass she calls a boyfriend in the last month, you would be a little mean too)

-bring in your adult type gifts and show them off to every body. (yes, she brought in the edible undies that she intended to give to one of the young men in the running for her affections)


It's all about learning to seperate your personal life from your professional life. I know you're young, but you're a smart girl and I'm sure deep down you know what you're doing is inapropriate for the office.


Posted by princessr9 at 12:11 PM PST
Updated: Monday, 3 January 2005 2:30 PM PST
Thursday, 23 December 2004
#50 - Wow!
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Naughty Girl - Beyonce
Wow, I can't believe I've made it to 50 posts. I impress myself.

When I came in to the office this morning my favority co-worker had at least twelve framed pictures set up on the spare desk in the dispatch room. They were facing the door, so clearly she wanted somebody to see them and come talk to her about them. Naughty me, I avoided that room like the plague until I knew she was leaving.

I know she's just proud of her daughter, but if I go in there I'll be there for at least half an hour and I got's work to do. I'm not going to be at work next week since the kiddies are out of school.

Everybody have a merry Christmas and get lots of good presents, eat too much, and veg out in front of the tv snuggled up with a loved one.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Posted by princessr9 at 1:56 PM PST

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