Fireworks

I don't like my job. It pays the bills, yes, but I don't like it on most days. I only enjoy talking to customers, everything else is a blur, and today is another example of why I think my job is shitty. "Samuel," I call, "my access to the site has been revoked, I can't send in the report that Francis is asking for." "Email the IT guys, they'll know what to do. "You need to send that report like yesterday." Samuel calls back like it was my fault that I couldn't access the site. "No one wants to do the reports and so no one else has a sign on". I mutter under my breath as I compose the mail and wonder whom to copy. The IT guys are a vast unit; my mail could sleep in their inbox for days. I decided to copy the ones that send verification emails and frame my request in a nice as possible manner, so no one gets into trouble. I don't like it when people get into trouble because of me. While I wait for a response, I send a text to Greg. He works in the building next door and has dropped me off a few times. i think there's something there, but I don't know if I really want to pursue it. He is nice to talk to though. Greg doesn't reply immediately, he doesn't when I text him. Sometimes he replies two days later. I understand why though. He works a high-pressure job, but a part of me feels like he could put in a little more effort. "Ping," there is an email notification. My request is being treated, and I see a message on the company's messaging platform. It is from Dax Arlington, and he is asking me to log in again to the platform. I send an okay, I'll do that right away. I reloaded the site and entered my credentials. It works. I sent a quick thank you to Dax Arlington. Francis has texted me twice about the report. I did not respond to Dax's reply. He is only doing his job; I have to do mine, or get a query. "Why has the report not been sent? "The regional manager has been asking for it!" Francis is standing at the entrance to the office. I gulp and tell him my access has been restored, and he'll have the report in five minutes. He looks at me for a long second and walks away. I really need to get another job.