WHAT THE...!!???

Work.  I have a job.  Not a career.  Big Difference.  No really, a job is just a way to pick up a pay check every Friday where as a career is something some people actually ENJOY.  My husband has a career, one that he likes, one that he's really good at.  I'm so proud of all that he's accomplished in just a little over 7 years.

But back to the point I was starting to get to... today is one of those days where I'd rather be doing almost anything else besides sitting here in the madness.  The complete chaos of incompetence. 

One of my bosses is so old that he poops on the toilet seat.  (I hope you're not eating as you're reading this :) ).  "Us girls" take turns cleaning the toilet.  SO tell me again how much YOUR job sucks??

For any new followers or those who might not already know what I do for a paycheck:  I'm an "Office Manager" (AKA adult babysitter and nurses aid assistant) for a property management company on the University of Michigan campus.  Each year, I deal with a whole new crop of students, between 400 and 500, living in our properties.  A majority of the students are nice enough, I'm sure 99% of them are book smart, but very, VERY few have the combination of common sense smart, social skills, and manners.

Shall I give you some of the latest examples?

1) Rent is due on the 1st of the month.  Every month, just like its been due on the 1st of the month for the past 6 months.  I don't care if you're on Spring Break.  Make arrangements, pay your shit on time.

"So, I received a LATE RENT notice, because I haven't paid my rent.  Does this mean that you didn't get my rent check?".... uummm, YES.

2) Mom of daughter:  "My daughter called me at 12:30 AM FROM HER CAR because the parking lot is icy.  She text messaged me some pictures.  Even in the middle of the night on my cell phone I can see that there is ice".... WHAT THE...!!???  What grad student calls her mom in the middle of the night to tell her that the parking lot is icy?  Then she has her mom call the office first thing in the morning.  This girl, by the way, is in LAW SCHOOL.  Which she reminds me of every.time.she.calls.  "Hi, My name is R.S. and I'm in law school....blah blah I think I'm more important than everyone else in the whooooolllleeee wide world."  Well, she's probably saying something else, but I never really listen to her.

Now, don't read in to this too much.  I've hired a handful of U of M girls to work part time in my office, all of which are sweet, smart, and have gone on to bigger and better things after graduation.  I've had a couple of really awesome babysitters, one which I trusted so much that she would stay at our house for an entire weekend when Titan was a baby.  I've also met a few students who have their own Amway businesses, who really have their lives together. 

But the next time one of these little freaks calls me because something in their trash can smells funny, I might just quit.

Probably not though.  I really need more blog material.