Not how I wanted to start my day

Getting a phone call on my way into work is not how I wanted to start my day. It was from our office manager. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning. I was asked to set up a conference call with four of our employees and the vendors in South Africa who are supplying us with footage for a show. So, I set up the call with our employees but was never told who to contact over seas.
So the call was to take place this morning. I sent an email to my boss yesterday asking a list of questions, most importantly who in South Africa I was suppose to invite to the conference call. Well, once I got his reply it turned into a whole mess.
Our new conference bridge phone number, doesn't have an international call in line. So I had to use the old bridge number. Which I don't have because it was in the office in my desk. Did i forget to mention that I was reminding people and inviting them to the call at 8 oclock at night. So, basically, what happened was I typed the wrong phone number for my employees but I sent out the right international one to the vendors. So at least I don't look stupid to the South Africans. But to my employees I look like a fool. So needless to say, all of them had to call the office and get the right number and I sent out an apology for fucking up. I get a reply from my boss. The big boss. The big cheese. "You and I need to discuss attention to detail overall."

That was not the response I was hoping for, but the one most deserving I am sure. Yes, I have messed up but I am only human. I never claimed to walk on water. This is so not how I wanted to start my day. So, now I am freaking out and don't know what to think. Is he really angry? Will he fire me over this? I am on the verge of a total panic attack i tell you. I need to calm down.


UPDATE:
So my boss never did yell at me yesterday. But that doesn't mean he has forgotten. Also, when I woke up today I had an email from one of our producers I booked hotel and flights for last week. Turns out, I booked his returning flight two days before he was actually going to need. Needless to say, when he got to the airport there was no reservation for him. Shit.

The Mice Must DIE!!!!

So, this morning my lady boss, "Boss Lady" if you will, comes into the bullpin (large open area where my desk is located) and starts flipping out about four pieces of mouse poop. "Joey, you need to call them and give them the riot act. This is disgusting. What if this was your house, what would you?" To which I replied "I have a cat. So I don't worry about this." "That's not helpful." You want to know what is not helpful Boss Lady? You freaking out over some mouse stool. The exterminator was here on friday, and he set out some bait. Its not going to work over night. It takes time. The exterminator told me when I called him on the phone to schedule another appointment, it takes 10 to 14 days to see a decrease. He explained that the bait he uses will slowly dehydrate a mouse from the inside but it doesn't happen over night. Boss Lady doesn't understand why we aren't seeing a dramatic change?

Well, lets see. We work in a basement, on a house that is constantly under some sort of construction, in the country. This is where mice live. What am I suppose to do about the mice? Maybe if I sing a song, they will come out and help clean up and do some dirty dishes. That might be mice, I mean nice.

Working out, then Pizza

I know I should work out then get pizza. So I didn't. I just got the pizza. And it made me realize how much I love pizza. And I miss it. I try to eat right, exercise regularly (and I do, depending on your definition of regularly). So, since I try to be good I like to go crazy. Last night eat at the silver diner where I feasted on onion rings, meat loaf, mashed potatos, and corn. I washed it all down with a chocolate shake. Thank God you were in my car on the way home, or in the Bersack household when I dropped that bomb. (Side note: I write about pooping a lot but since no one reads my blog, I won't stop.)

So, yes. I just finished my third slice. It was fucking delicious. I should go workout.
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Rockstar vs Groupie

So, in my mind, there are two types of people. Rockstars and Groupies. A Rockstar, by definition is someone who is above and beyond. Great at what they do. Some one who rocked it. Those that don't reach Rockstar status are just Groupies. A Groupie is someone who is just there. Nothing special. They don't stand out. They sit and watch the Rockstars work.

Today, I felt like a groupie. Here's why...this past Friday I have my review with my two bosses (you can read the post before this to see how I felt before going into the meeting). To my surprise, it went really well. It was about an hour and ten minutes. Twenty of those minutes were spent on my performance (good) and what I need to work on (taking phone numbers when I take messages). So going into this week, I wanted to work those things that need improvement. I have been taking phone numbers for everyone. And I took a phone number when a client called her looking for my boss. I told her, he was out but would be back later and she said that she would just send him an email. I was adamant about getting her number (Can I have your digits? Can I get 'em?) and she finally gave it to me. I wrote the number down and did nothing with it. I was copied to an email chain where my boss and this client were looking for a good time to catch up. Once a time was decided on, I created the event on my boss' calendar that just said "call this lady" I didn't even think about putting the number in there. Why didn't i put the number on the event? What the hell was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn't thinking, or else I would have done. So needless to say, he had to email the client today asking her to call him because he didn't have the number (due to my Groupie ass who didn't do his job).

What is frustrating about all this is the fact that it is all happening after my review. I asked for more responsibility and my boss' concern is that if I take on more work, I might let things fall through the cracks. Things like this. Fuck! This just sucks. I am a rockstar damn it. Not a groupie. A Rockstar.

And of course, this one little mistake overshadows the amount of work I did for him yesterday and last night. My Boss asked me to do research into the structure of American Idol and HBO's Hard Knocks. No big deal. I can handle that. So, I began my Internet research and once I finished (at midnight last night) I had four pages of structure for him to read. I even came into work early this morning because he was suppose to leave before I usually get in and i wanted to print the pages off for him to take. I got here (I am currently at the office) before anyone else and printed the pages and had them ready for him when he came downstairs to pack him briefcase. All of that excellent (if I do say so myself) work will be forgotten I can assure you. Damn it.

Nerves plus Mexican equal "Bad idea"

So, in about forty minutes I am sitting down with my big boss and my little boss. I plan to discuss my performance so far, taking on added responsibility as well as a raise. I am very nervous for some reason. Mainly, I am not sure what my bosses will say if I ask for a raise. Its not like I am unhappy with my job. I love my job. I just don't feel challenged or that I am being used to my full potential. Also, my current monetary rate per week was what they offered me 10 months ago. I accepted that rate because I didn't know what the job entailed, but now that I am in the full swing of things, I feel I deserve more money.

So, I planned to go to lunch with Renee and discuss strategy on how to bring up the raise in the conversation but my little boss joined us, so then I couldn't talk about it. For lunch, we went to a local Mexican place. In hindsight, not a good idea. I eat my weight in food and washed it down with a soda. All of that on top of my coffee this morning, needless to say, come 3:30 my stomach was singing and my colon was about to burst. I end to the communal bathroom and dropped the nastiest, grossest, loudest bomb. It smelled and was disgusting. And that is saying a lot coming from the guy who produced said "magic turd." Anyway, after I finished, I thought I should light a match but I didn't have any matches with me, so I had to leave the fan running and pray that no one goes in there for the next twenty minutes.

I just heard the toilet flush, 'Sorry to whoever is in there. My bad...but I am only human.'

I hope my conversation goes as smoothly as that poo. Just not as loud or smelly.