In which I woke up on the wrong side of the bed entirely.

I woke up totally fucking aggro this morning. Then my computer was acting like a slow piece of shit while I was trying to produce some printed bids. Then the guys were freaked out about this thing and that thing (this gig is incredibly talky — everyone’s always talking, and either freaking out or reassuring each other in turns… I think it’s a sales thing). Then Bread had said last week he would for certain take Bowling Jesus to the airport this morning, but then he changed his mind and left for a scope with BoSe so now I have to drive to the goddamned airport and I don’t want to do it.

I hate it when he flakes like that, especially when he expects me to unfuck it for him. He does it to people all the time, but if someone flakes on him you never hear the end of it.

There are still contract issues between WGC and 2X4, and our ‘team leader’ is maddeningly vague about it. We keep hearing that “everyone’s making ten grand a week here!” but no one admits to it. Who the hell is this nebulous “everyone”? It’s frustrating and maddening and we’re all vascillating from really feeling confident that this was a good idea to feeling convinced we’re being made chumps of. The emotional rollercoaster, while interesting, kinda sucks.

You wouldn’t believe how much talking goes on. We’re all living in the same motel, so every evening everyone comes back from the various corners of the city, changes into shorts, pours a drink, and starts making the rounds. There are guys wandering around for hours, chatting and chatting and chatting and chatting. It’s a huge game of “so-and-so said this, did you hear what what’s-his-face said?” and information and gossip swirl around like oil on a puddle, forming and reforming into different configurations.

I’m the defacto software expert, so people call and drop in all the time looking for help with Xactimate. Rarely do they actually need help using the software; usually they have a policy question but they don’t know enough to know the distinction. I’ve helped people put images into Word documents, I’ve designed and distributed templates for business cards, I re-wrote the 2X4 flyers into 4th grade English, and I’ve helped my team leader on his bids more than once. PaKa is coming over in a few minutes because he doesn’t know how to calculate drip edge or water&ice or something.

I’ve been drinking too much coffee. Grrr.

Update: It’s gotten worse. The talk-talk-talking, the rumours, the crazy girly insanity. This whole scene is driving me nuts. One guy was ousted today; he was attempting to do what I do — support salesmen by doing back-end data entry and officy stuff — but the team leader told the guys who were using his services that they’d be fired if they continued to do so. It’s worse than high school, peeps. If we don’t get that check today I’m gonna go postal. I think it’s time for a drink.