So the great lockdown. I know you all are dying to hear this story.

*sigh*

So my great new job? Is not so great. My boss is a miserable rich prick who doesn't know how to train people and who yells at me daily for not knowing how to do my job. A sample conversation:

Jeanne, can you print Velda Moneybags' statements from may?

Do you want them from all of her accounts?

Yes.

print print print

Here you go.

Jeanne, this is not what I asked for.

But those are all of Velda Moneybags' statements for may!

Yes, but I only wanted the ones from the new, current accounts, not the old accounts too. Didn't you know that?

Uh, NO, I didn't. Since you asked for ALL of them I have given you all of them.

And it goes on and on and on. I have not been given the tools to do this job properly and god damn it, I know I could do this job if I was trained. I know I could. But now, dealing with Mick is getting to be too much and I just don't want to do it anymore. At all.

So I'm talking to my old old old boss, and we're having lunch on Friday. I have some voicemails out to people. We'll see what happens, I have some connections still... sigh.

I just am so disappointed in the whole thing. I really thought this was it, that I could be done changing jobs and stuff and just settle down and play with the house and work and that would be it. Well, I guess I was wrong and here we go again. Blah.