fuck neumo's (or: what kind of day has it been?)

today was supposed to be the awesomest day ever.

I was supposed to get the raise/promotion I was promised three months ago.

I was supposed to get the office I was promised six months ago.

I was supposed to go out for ethernopian food for dinner.

I was supposed to see my favouritist band, the weakerthans, in concert for the first of two concerts in as many nights.

well, at least I got ethernopian for dinner...

I didn't get my promotion. my boss decided he should drive a truck until 3pm. his boss decided to go to lunch at 11:30 and never come back. I needed both of them present to discuss my new job description and pay raise. now I won't get to talk to them until wednesday at the very earliest. and to be honest, I doubt it will even happen then. my boss has been promising me a promotion to department head (and a 20% or so raise to go along with it) for months now. but he's a lame duck, he's transferring at the end of the year. I've talked to HIS boss, and he won't do shit unless he's cornered. I've yet to get both of them in the building at the same time.

I was also supposed to get an office today. I finally whined enough, after being promised in the spring, to get someone to approve getting the phone company in to set up lines at the other end of the building. that's done, so the two people in "my" office just need to move out. it was supposed to happen thursday. it was supposed to happen today. it never did. and it probably never will. I'll be stuck out in a tiny cubicle with no privacy and even less working space. another example of my employer making empty promises to try to keep me happy.

I had an even bigger asshole moment today too... one of our printers jammed, but it didn't register. so it just kept printing orders all day long. since I found it, it was my problem to fix. I called out IT department and asked them to check the print log and tell me everything that had printed on that printer in the past 24 hours. I was told that was impossible, because once a print job spools it is purged from memory and can't be recovered. so I went about doing it the hard way, generating reports of open orders and shit. pain in the ass. two hours later, something came across the fax to a coworker with a list of 51 orders and a note, "here's the list you requested, [not xian]!" from the same bitch who told me she couldn't do anything. when I asked my coworker about it, he started giving me shit about "catching more flies with honey"... which is a load of shit. the woman who helped him (and was flirting with him) but wouldn't help me is a bitch. she's WORSE than the stereotypical BOFH. she's about 45, russian, and attractive. and she knows it. she uses her tits to get her way, and doesn't give a shit about you if you don't somehow improve her life somehow. I asked her politely to DO HER FUCKING JOB and she refused. but because my coworker called up, did the same thing, but also flattered her fucking ego, she did it for him. that's fucking horseshit. and I was about to deck the coworker who was lecturing me on how to deal with people nicely. fuck that. women who use their sexuality to get ahead are fucking whores.

so yeah, by the time I left work, I was in a pretty bad mood. I had a bad headache. I picked up miyuki, drove to the venue for the concert, and tried to pick up our tickets. I ordered our tickets online nearly three weeks ago, to be mailed to us. they never arrived. when I called earlier in the week, I was told "it can take 7-10 business days for tickets to be processed. they were printed on 9/20. if you don't have them by thursday, call back." thursday came, no tickets. I sat on hold for fifteen minutes at ticketswest (it's sad when you actually miss being anally raped by ticketmaster), and was told they put my tickets on will call.

I show up about 5:30, the box office is closed. I ask around, I'm told they open the box office closer to when they open the doors, around 8pm. so we went for dinner. we got back at 6:30, the box office still wasn't open. by 7:15, a line was forming at the back door, so I got into it. 8 comes and goes, they still haven't opened anything.

at 8:15, they finally open the box office window. they start distributing tickets, which are literally those little "admit one" tickets you get at a carnival. they then tell us to stand in another line IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. at 8:30, they finally open the doors and start letting people in. the back door. the front door was never opened. everything happens through the back door. why even have a front door?

we notice the list on the door had the first opening band from 9-9:30, the second band from 10-10:30, and weakerthans from 11-12:15.

my urge to kill was rising. my headache was getting worse.

at 9:30, the opening act STILL hadn't taken the stage. I was ready to firebomb the whole fucking venue, so we left. total waste of $29.50. and about four hours of my life.

for all I know, they still haven't started the fucking concert.

neumo's is the worst fucking venue I have ever been to. it's run by retards who obviously can't tell time. I'm used to rock concerts starting a few minutes late... but for everything to start over 30 minutes after advertised? we could tell why the show hadn't started when we left at 9:30... there were still people in line out the door trying to get in. gee, y'think maybe if they opened the fucking box office before fifteen minutes AFTER the doors were supposed to open, that wouldn't happen? or maybe if they offered a separate window for ticket purchases and will call? they literally had ticketholders, will call and people looking to buy tickets in ONE line.

fucking retards. but hey, it's a fitting end to one of the worst days of my life. that's what I get for actually expecting things to go as planned and to be happy for a change.

the show tomorrow night had better be better.