Switching

Great. Mark (Bob) is going to switch us back from the Scores office to PEC. So now, I'm going to be squashed in that office- it is SOOO cramped over there.
Mark will be breathing down my throat, and I can't do whatever I want anymore. This is so upsetting. Also, everyone will be talking about me coming and going and whatever, and I won't be able to get away with my freedom. Geez louizzz.
I complained about parking, Mark said he'd take care of that- so that's good I suppose.
Also, my paychecks won't be such a pain in the ass, since they are printed at PEC and I won't have to go there to get them.

The media company will be here at Scores, taking over all of our desks. Tara gets to stay at her desk.

Ronnie will be taking over Kelly's desk- Kelly will be taking over Joe Erickson's desk- so I'll have room back there which is great. Unfortunately, I'll be sitting across from Gary, who is SO annoying. I do love Rita, and Julie.

I just like it better at Scores. It's quiet, no one is in my business (well, personal at least) and I really come and go whenever. I take off whenever.

Now I have to seriously consider whether or not I want to take the 50K deal or stick with the $62,400.00 plus commission. It seems the commission thing may be the way to go. This way every morning I can check the dinner res book and take them from there. Phone calls never come in to Scores for parties anyway.

Ugh. I hate this place sometimes. Mostly. I just can't stand Bob.

Fuck Face and his pet RAT

Yesterday I called Mark, because I was interested in finding out WHY I had been taken off the rotation for parties.

When I mentioned this, he chuckled (his obnoxious giggling like a little girl)- and he was like, didn't you say you wanted to be taken off rotation?

I said, MARK, seriously...and before I could say anything else, he SCREAMED:

Raised you voice to me like that again and I'm going to come over to your desk and beat the shit out of you.

WHAT? I didn't say a word and hung up on him.

I told Carla to tell him I wasn't at my desk. And she did. 3 times.

Ronnie butted his dumb half a brain ass in and was like, you know- that is really wrong of you not to take his calls, and to make Carla lie for you like that.

(he went on and on about this for a bit, all nasty)

I said, OK RONNIE, then how about I leave my desk and then she doesn't have to lie???

He was like, still.....

I finally took the call from Mark. I should have just left. He's such an ASSHOLE.

We had a conversation and everything was fine- whatever.

(I KNEW RONNIE WAS GOING TO SAY SOMETHING, I just knew it...they live together and Ronnie was all kinds of upset)

At 5:10pm Mark calls me and says something along the lines of:

I have 2 things to say to you, the second doesn't really matter unless you haven't forgiven me- have you forgiven me? I was like, um- yeah whatever. I've forgotten about it and I don't really care. He was like, ok...

Then sent me a text, that he has a party for me...then I texted him that I was in class.

TODAY, I come into work, la la la....Tara says she has to talk to me. Mark had called Carla yesterday and yelled at her about not passing phone calls--- of course Ronnie went to Mark and complained like a fucking little rat ass baby. But Mark told Carla not to tell ANYONE. Especially me....why? Because he knew I'd flip out.

So Tara told me. And I got SOOOO mad. And then I called Mark. I was like, sooooooo- do you have anything to say to me? Hmmm??? Nothing? Where's Ronnie? Is he coming in today?

I KNEW he'd know I was up to something. Meanwhile, in the conversation he told me Bob made the executive decision that he was not going to go to Vegas, it was going to cost him 60,000$$$ and whatever. Such a bad decision. Not that THAT is shocking...

So then I hang up with Mark.

Tara comes over and says she has to talk to me....NOW.

Mark had called her and said,'walk away from your desk, and go up to where no one can hear you" and went on and on about how she better not have said anything to me and she will lose her job if he finds out anything....that he's known me for 7 years and he knows I am on to something"

And then Carla wanted to talk to Tara bc Mark then called her too.... But Carla wasn't supposed to say anything to Tara....and Tara DEF wasn't supposed to say anything to me.... But Tara just told her I knew what was going on bc Mark called me yesterday.

I can't WAIT for the Rat to get into work today, though I am probably leaving early. It's safer that way.