No more being nice

I can't be nice anymore. I really can't. I'm tired. My feet feel like I'm walking with ice pics shoved up my feet. I have walked probably 20 miles in the past two days. I have thrown more stuff in the dumpster that one can imgaine. I have answerd more question than one person should in a year. So I'm tired and I can't be nice anymore.

I have decided that moving really shows a persons true colors. A persons ability to focus on the big picture comes to light or a person's self-centered focus on themselves comes to light. Some people are cooperative and helpful and other are winers and complainers. Some folks can go with the flow and others have a need for instant gratification. So I just can't be nice anymore.

Here's just a glimpse of what I had to deal with:

Where's my desk---a desk was left on a truck by accident so one of the staff members asked every single freakin' person she saw, "Where's my desk". This went on for a good hour. I'll tell you where your freakin' desk is--it going to shoved up your ass if you ask me one more time.

Let me take over the whole space-- another my staff had put all her stuff in the new lobby. When I told her to move it back into her office, her reply was that she didn't have all her stuff. No freakin' shit. But put your boxes and shit back in your office and work around it. At least she got all her stuff in one day. Then today, she moved more of her furniture into the supply room. Get your stuff out. But I don't have room, "I don't care put it in your office." You wanted it, you deal with it. Then, she wanted to put all her stuff in the lobby, because it was her lobby. It's not your freakin' lobby and you are not that important. Keep your shit in your space.


Newspaper guy--why the f*** are you sitting there the entire day reading the newpaper when we have just moved and there is more work around here to do. Get off your ass and work, isn't that what I'm paying your for.

Where's my keys--We have moved into the building about hmmm 3 hours ago and you can't even find your office and you want your keys. Do you not see that there are 25 movers wondering around and furniture flying here and there and you want your keys. Get over it. You'll get your keys when I get your keys and a chance to give them to you.

Oh and I could go on. So I can't be nice anymore.

On a side note, my hubby has been awesome with me working 12 hour days and being dead dog tired and grumpy. Tonight, a great dinner waiting for my arrival home. Maybe I can be nice to him.