I really really hate that one fucking bad day at work, and I'm sitting here crying my eyes out like I've got cancer of the puppy.

Basically, I messed something up, but I didn't even know that I had messed it up until it got to the company bigwigs and all the hail and brimstone started pouring down. Then I had to have a 45 minute meeting with the general manager of the company, which, on top of being outlandishly uncomfortable, made me embarrassed, and a little pissed off too. I mean, I understand that I fucked up, I admit and accept it, and I understand that something like this isn't going to just go away unnoticed, but I also think people are overreacting. But maybe that's just me. And actually, the meeting with the GM wasn't all that bad, because he's a pretty friendly person, it's just the fact that I was in his office at all that irks me.

Everytime I think I have this job under control and on lock, something comes along to shake it up. I fucking hate that. But I hate even more that I spent the entire ride home in tears. More out of frustration than anything else. So now I'm "under the microscope" because "we're only as good as our customer service" and next week is "make or break" for me. On the one hand I can see how they might be upset, but on the other hand, this is bullshit.

This is bullshit not because I don't think I should be in trouble, but it's bullshit because I. Made. A. Mistake. I'm not the first person to ever do that. I'm sure as hell not the first person in this company to do that. Just two days ago I spent over an hour straightening out someone else's mistake that's going to cost the company a couple thousand dollars. But that person didn't get a 45 minute lecture, did they? I don't think my job should be on the line for 1 mistake.

Jesus, I think this fucking job is going to give me an ulcer. I also think I'm having ice cream for dinner. Later days.
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