Or as I fondly refer to it: The fucking piece of shit!
Stupid fucking time zones....I've never had to worry about time zones, why would I? I don't travel that much and my job has been to sell insurance in TX..and nowhere else. Enter this Corpoaration that dealings all over the freaking world. Joe Blow wants a phone meeting with Long Duck Dong at 3 pm. Easy enough to do, I dutifully type all the info in. I wait on the phone to ring at 3pm...SHIT, he meant Pacific time. Oooops.
There were a few sets of oops, fuck and shit uttered today. My boss missed a call because I screwed up on time zones....On the Job Training is so much fun.
What stress? Where?
I'll figure this out eventually.