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work, and a gip.
27 Sep 2004 10:46 pmFirst of all: the Marita icon ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neemarita made for me rocks, and reminds me how much I lurrrve The X-Files. Woot! Alex + Marita 4Eva!
*ahem*
Work is pretty much a complete clusterfuck. My boss was out sick all last week, and EVERYONE ELSE was out somewhere on Thursday and Friday. So, I got to deal with a bunch of super-fun calls from (rightfully) bitchy clients about how no one ever returns their calls, and all I could say was that there was actually no one there to return their calls, which put them in an even better mood, as I am sure you can all imagine. There is nothing someone likes to hear more, 19 days before their final extension is up, than that their CPA has been out of the office most of the week, and no, you don't know where, or why, or when he'll be back. Awesome. AWESOME.
The worst part is that I really, really want to be totally pissed at these people for yelling at me and shit, and I am mad that they choose to yell at ME, because I am just the receptionist and have no control over what my bosses do, but they really do have every right to be pissed off and yell at SOMEONE here (read: my bosses), because a lot of these people are getting letters and phone calls from the IRS, and they really have no clue what the status of their taxes are, or why they weren't done by, you know, APRIL 15th, or what they should tell the IRS, and no one will return their calls and TELL THEM. If the IRS was on my case, and my accountant was totally incommunicado about what the shit was happening with my stuff, and it was less than 20 days from the due date, I would be totally pissed too.
I have the same problem with some of the WKSS franchise owners. A good chunk of them--probably two-thirds, or so--are waiting on financial statements as far back as May 2003. Everyone else is missing at least one, but no more than six months of financial statements. Most of the people who haven't received financial statements in well over a year had all the paperwork we needed in order to complete them turned in looooooooong ago. And so they call and yell about how they neeeeeed their financial statements. And I get pissed at them for yelling at ME about it, 'cause I really can't do much to solve the problem, but on the other hand, they should have had their May 2003 financial statement in, like, June 2003. It doesn't help that a few of these guys really, really DO need their statements as soon as humanly possible, because they're either trying to sell their stores or get another loan, and all I can tell them is that they're not done and that my boss isn't even THERE to work on them? And even if they WERE done, her boss isn't there to approve them, so they couldn't have them anyway? WTF? That SUCKS.
However, to the people who turned in their stuff for the paperwork we needed for their 2003 tax returns and/or financial statements, like, a week ago, and are now calling and harassing me about when their shit will be done: FUCK OFF. You turned in your stuff last, you get your stuff done last. Take a Xanax and chill, because it is entirely your own fault at this point.
So. Yes. Anyway. I applied for another job. It's at an interior design shop way closer to my house than my current job, and it pays $9.50 an hour. Also, they look to not be entirely insane; a definite improvement over the other two jobs I've had.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
neemarita made for me rocks, and reminds me how much I lurrrve The X-Files. Woot! Alex + Marita 4Eva! *ahem*
Work is pretty much a complete clusterfuck. My boss was out sick all last week, and EVERYONE ELSE was out somewhere on Thursday and Friday. So, I got to deal with a bunch of super-fun calls from (rightfully) bitchy clients about how no one ever returns their calls, and all I could say was that there was actually no one there to return their calls, which put them in an even better mood, as I am sure you can all imagine. There is nothing someone likes to hear more, 19 days before their final extension is up, than that their CPA has been out of the office most of the week, and no, you don't know where, or why, or when he'll be back. Awesome. AWESOME.
The worst part is that I really, really want to be totally pissed at these people for yelling at me and shit, and I am mad that they choose to yell at ME, because I am just the receptionist and have no control over what my bosses do, but they really do have every right to be pissed off and yell at SOMEONE here (read: my bosses), because a lot of these people are getting letters and phone calls from the IRS, and they really have no clue what the status of their taxes are, or why they weren't done by, you know, APRIL 15th, or what they should tell the IRS, and no one will return their calls and TELL THEM. If the IRS was on my case, and my accountant was totally incommunicado about what the shit was happening with my stuff, and it was less than 20 days from the due date, I would be totally pissed too.
I have the same problem with some of the WKSS franchise owners. A good chunk of them--probably two-thirds, or so--are waiting on financial statements as far back as May 2003. Everyone else is missing at least one, but no more than six months of financial statements. Most of the people who haven't received financial statements in well over a year had all the paperwork we needed in order to complete them turned in looooooooong ago. And so they call and yell about how they neeeeeed their financial statements. And I get pissed at them for yelling at ME about it, 'cause I really can't do much to solve the problem, but on the other hand, they should have had their May 2003 financial statement in, like, June 2003. It doesn't help that a few of these guys really, really DO need their statements as soon as humanly possible, because they're either trying to sell their stores or get another loan, and all I can tell them is that they're not done and that my boss isn't even THERE to work on them? And even if they WERE done, her boss isn't there to approve them, so they couldn't have them anyway? WTF? That SUCKS.
However, to the people who turned in their stuff for the paperwork we needed for their 2003 tax returns and/or financial statements, like, a week ago, and are now calling and harassing me about when their shit will be done: FUCK OFF. You turned in your stuff last, you get your stuff done last. Take a Xanax and chill, because it is entirely your own fault at this point.
So. Yes. Anyway. I applied for another job. It's at an interior design shop way closer to my house than my current job, and it pays $9.50 an hour. Also, they look to not be entirely insane; a definite improvement over the other two jobs I've had.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
