The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Want...them... Also the Henrietta Gunslinger Girl one, the two yukata kits that are impossible to find, and the ones that are currently being shipped to me to be here today.

HLJ has two Bleach completes figures that I need pictures of. They're by Megahouse - I'm weak against Megahouse. Also two more PreCure figures - presumably not transformed.

God but I hate office politics, people who play office politics, people who go behind other people's backs for things, and people who take on responsibilities without bothering to find out what those responsibilities are going to entail, and then run their mouths about how it's all my fault when they dropped the ball.

I needed some data by close of business Monday. He hasn't bothered to get me any of it, so I've had to work around that lack as best I could. Now, things aren't working out the way he wants them to, and it's somehow my fault. Of course.

The thing that burns me the most about this whole situation is that I'be been working my tail off for two years, trying to make this as easy as possible for our users, trying to make sure that everyone will be able to get their work done, trying to head off problems before they started, and generally working myself to the bone, and suddenly I'm the one making people's lives difficult. It's 1PM on Thursday, and I've already worked ten hours of overtime this week. And that's going to be nothing on what I'll be working the next two weeks.

I am doing my goddamned best with what I'm being given, but it's not good enough for these assholes who want to blame the problems that they created on me, and then complain louder when I can't solve them exactly the way they want.

It's tempting, damn tempting, to "forget" to do something small, something so minor that nobody will ever notice, that will end up making their lives a living hell a few weeks or months down the road. But I won't, because I take too damn much pride in my work, and I've worked too freaking hard for too freaking long to make this thing work, and work well. Or, at least, as well as can be expected. Things have already gone so much more smoothly in this building than in every other building on this base, despite numerous data losses, database problems, infrastructure issues, and a massive jump in the schedule, almost entirely because of the amount of work I've put into this. Yet I still get treated like the anti-Christ herself.

At times I wish life was just a little more fair.

I've decided that there are few things that suck more than being told that some really important data is magically gone, which is going to cause Bad Things for months on end, only to find out after getting five other people involved that the data has magically reappeared in the database.

If my hair is still brown, and my blood pressure is still remotely normal by the end of the month, it will be a direct result of divine intervention.

God bless scambaiters. This one had me in tears.

[EDIT] Heh, I gotta visit me this "The Grand Mystic Order of Dagon" in Norfolk. I always suspected there was something off about the place.