I hate my job (again)

Ugh.

Is it 5 pm yet?

I'd really like to go home now. REALLY. QUITE BADLY.

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I work with a bunch of morons. Have I mentioned this before?

Here's the newest reason why they all suck...

We send out statements at quarter-end (as well as monthly, semi-annually, and annually).

Usually we get the quarter-ends done in about a week and a half, and then they sit there until one of the guys writes the letter that goes out with them. This time, it took us about 3 weeks to complete most of them. (Keep in mind we do about 500 per quarter end, and we do have this huge project going on at the same time.)

So, we get them done...most of them, at least. About 400 were ready last week.

BUT, we're still waiting on the letter. Which hasn't even been written yet.

THE LETTER DOESN'T GET FINISHED UNTIL ABOUT 3:30 PM YESTERDAY.

The Big Kahuna, who is all of a sudden obsessed with getting them out IMMEDIATELY tells the Bitch From Hell that all the statements have to be at the post office by noon today.

So, to recap:

*400 of the 500 statements were done last week. We just couldn't send them without a letter.

*The boys finally get around to writing a letter YESTERDAY.

*The Big Kahuna calls yesterday from Chicago (where he will be until late Thursday) to instill the fear of God into the Bitch From Hell, thereby making her freak out and insist that I come to work at 7 AM this morning to work on this little project-that-has-now-become-a-dire-emergency.

*I get here at 7:15 AM, and NO ONE ELSE (specifically, the people who promised they would come in early to help me) IS HERE. Bitch From Hell finally shows up around 7:40 AM, and everyone else shows up around 8 AM. Thanks for all your help, lazy fuckers!

Okay, so let me get this straight... It's the guys' faults that these things are going out late, yet I have to be the one to come in at the freaking butt crack of dawn to get this done by our new deadline.

Huh?

Is it just me, or does this not make any sense?

Why do I work here again?

Oh yeah. The money.