Not. Having. A good. Day. At all.
The stupid, messy, why-the-fuck-am-I-stuck-with-this-crap, piece of shit job goes out next Tuesday. Today, I discovered that structural’s plans and our plans don’t line up. We have the finished floor elevation 1 inch higher than what structural is showing.
The worst part is: structural is right, and I look like an idiot. I don’t even know why I didn’t check these things before now. Fucktard. I never should have relied upon the drawings that I first received to be correct.
The Stress-o-Meter is on the way up. I’m going to explode; I can feel it.
Also, somebody has been stealing my goddamn creamer. (I know I stole from somebody else’s creamer once, but I paid for it by catching a nasty little viral infection. I have learned my lesson.) It wouldn’t be so bad, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed, if they didn’t make a mess when pouring it and leave schmootz all over the lid when they do it. I put a helpful little note on the bottle that reads, “If you are using this creamer, be warned! I lick the bottle!!”
That ought to put a stop to it.
Dammit, I want to telecommute.