exitstrategy

So for those of you reading the last few Spinsta entries, you must be thinking that things are all rainbows and butterflies these days. I have not written any enraged blogs in a WHILE.

Well, in truth, for those who really read the Spinsta’s blog, you would have attempted to stage an intervention of sorts because some of these latest blogs are a CRY FOR HELP.

Anyways, I am enraged again. Have no fear.

So, today I had to prepare an arbitration claim. In order to file the claim, I needed to get a dollar figure from the guy in accounting, or whatever other hole he crawls out of. So, I tell unnamed number cruncher, “dude, I need these numbers crunched.” Well, I emailed said unnamed number cruncher (avoid akward conversation with wierd unnamed number cruncher): “Hi!! If you could please compute the total amount of interest, that would be just great!” Oh yes, the Spinsta is a secret gunner. Don’t judge me. . .

Well, psychotic unnamed number cruncher did not respond. When I went into his office to ask him to crunch said numbers, he snapped at me! He said “I will do it when I can.” Um, buddy, you will do it when I ask you to do it.

This is what really gets me fired up: I get treated like shit by a lot partners, clients, my family, etc. But, there are limits. The limits are clearly defined: people who I work for abuse me, people who work for me can, if I so chose, be abused.

I forgot what my point was. After re-reading that line I can’t stop thinking of the Eurythmics song Sweet Dreams.

Ok I found the thought. The point is this: unnamed, ungrateful, uncouth number cruncher - YOU WORK FOR ME.

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