Sweetie

Yesterday, Perry and I were both cranky. I'll admit, I think I started it. I'm PMS-ing, slightly, and I think my responses were a bit too short... maybe I didn't smile enough. But Perry's responses to me were rude, angry and repetative. I couldn't wait to get out of here yesterday and I just hoped that today would be better. I was going into work today with a better attitude.

But then this happened:

Just a few minutes ago, I showed Perry an invoice that I wrote for one of our sales guys, and he commented on the fact that the client will be picking the material up. He said that it was never a good idea to send the client to our suppliers directly, this material should just be delivered, that's so stupid... on and on. I finally said, "Okay, Perry. Talk to our sales guy about it, I just wrote what he wanted me to write."

Perry responded with, "Well the invoice can't be changed now, Sweetie."

Oh good lord. He has no idea how close he came to getting the female fury. I calmly said, "Don't call me Sweetie." Then I got up and walked back down to my desk, leaving him alone at the table. Of course, once I got back to my desk I started to feel bad for my reaction. He was joking with the "Sweetie" thing and I got pissed... he was just trying to inform me of the right thing to do with the clients receiving material, and I got irritated. Damn my stupid compassionate side!

Since, I had a fax that needed to be sent, I walked back up there with a smile on my face, hoping to erase our last exchange. When I made it to the fax machine, Perry was walking towards his desk with a piece of stone in his hand. He was complaining about how the company who sent it, didn't mark the back. I mirrored his feelings and agreed that the name of the stone should be written on the back of the sample. Yay, we're agreeing on something.

He took a marker out of his desk drawer and, without a word, handed the marker and sample to me, sat back in his chair with his hands behind his head... and just stared at his computer screen.... You know what I heard in my head?... "Here, Sweetie, go ahead and mark this for me."

For fear of bashing him in the head with the stone, I slowly set the objects down next to the fax machine. I turned and walked softly back to my desk, slipped down in my chair and sat with papers in front of me, hands pressed to the cold granite desk top.

Just seconds later he headed out the door to an appointment. I released my palms, stood and walked back up to the fax machine, took a deep breath, picked up the marker... and chucked it at his empty chair. Then picked it up and threw it again. Damn. Piece of shit. Marker. Chair. DAMMIT!

I took another deep breath and wrote the name on the back of the sample.

I am now wondering how I'm going to get through the rest of the day. It's a good thing he's gone right now, I can only hope that he comes back late and stays out of my way... this would all be much easier if I had some work to do.