At 2:30pm this afternoon, I am lounging in my office, in my blue chair, cheerfully murdering people over the internet in Modern Warfare 2, when my phone rings.  It's work calling, and apparently the guy who works the swing shift on the weekends called in sick, and the morning guy was getting swamped. 

He asked me to come in early.

I agreed, and arrived around 2:45.  I plug away at tickets and calls, until 4.  We're still fairly busy, but not crazy, and he leaves at 4:00, the end of his scheduled shift.  I'm kind of annoyed at this point, but whatever, it's calming down.

From about 4:30 till 6:00, it is absolutely insane.  Call after call after call and chat after chat after chat.  Couldn't even think about looking at tickets.  Our office manager prides himself on being available at any time, and always says that if we need him to come in, to call him.  So I take a break for a few minutes to do so, asking him to come in to help.

I explain that it's nuts, and that I could use a hand.  He proceeds to tell me that if it gets nuts, to call him back, and he'll see about coming in.

You read that right.  He told me to do what I was doing already, just at a later time.

Furious, I hung up, and went back to work.  It's calm now, and I expect him to call me back at any minute, to ask how things are going.  At which point I'll have to tell him that things are good, only to have them blow up again.

I need a new fucking job, and I need it right now.