- Author: Monique
- Filed under: work
- Date: Jan 31,2008
I start work in less than an hour.
I don’t want to be here today.
I can feel that it’s going to be one of those days… and as I sit here waiting for the time to tick tick tick by so we can open the door and let the loonies in, I feel a real sense of dread. Like, today is the day that I am going to go off that one special customer who rolls her eyes at me one too many times, or sighs for the 10th time because the machine isn’t going fast enough to accommodate her very busy schedule.
I know it doesn’t sound like it, but I really love my job. The people I work with are awesome, but even they risk getting the wrath of Unstable Mo.
There should be some kind of employment code or rule that says if the employee doesn’t get a good nights sleep, they don’t have to come into work until they feel they are able to handle their work duties. Ok, maybe that won’t work. No one would show up for work.
What I need is one of those jobs where you make your own schedule. Where you can show up at 11 am and then put in your full 8 hours. Places like that do exist right? But if I changed jobs, I might not like my co-workers as much as the ones I currently have.
So, I guess I will have to just stick it out on my grumpy day. It will be very hard because someone is bound to piss me off.
I hope everyone else has a good day at work though!
- Author: Monique
- Filed under: life, work
- Date: Jan 30,2008
I love having days off of work because I get to do absolutely nothing. It doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to do… I just do nothing.
I wake up in the morning with a list in my mind and by mid day, I’m like pfft, to hell with doing that, that, that or that. A part of me feels justified in being a lazy ass, but then I feel guilty because the pile of laundry is talking to me… whispering my name, telling me to just get up and load the washer. Of course I kindly decline and keep on watching Maury. It’s so rare that I get to find out if the 17th guy getting tested is actually the father.
That’s not a really good excuse though because I own a DVR… I have the ability to pause all my programming, but see, tonight I used that pause option. I was cooking dinner, and needed to check on my rice, so I used that little button. I went and stirred the rice, started the chicken, went back to my office, sat down and got comfy. Right as I went to hit PLAY, my cat jumps up on the damn cabinet, hits the tiny itty bitty button, the channel changes and just that quickly, everything I paused for was gone. See? That’s why pausing is bad.
Tomorrow I go back to work, dealing with rich people who feel entitled. It amazes me how much I love my job, but hate it at the same time. My parents have money… and I don’t think I have ever seen them act like these Texan’s do. I’ve been called all kinds of names, told I was useless, cursed at, you name it. All because I can’t get their box to their destination for less than 2 dollars. I really love their reactions to the price of stamps. It’s like, damn dude, you are driving a HUMMER and you are yelling at me because a book of stamps costs $8.20? Give me a break.
So, on that note I’m off to do more of nothing. I think writing this post is the hardest thing I have done all day.
I’m not even going to try to explain what happened for the 77th time… so here’s a picture! Use your imagination, because I certainly can’t explain it.
You can see bigger shots of it over at Pictures of Blank.
