I just love Modest Mouse. I pretty much can't get enough these days.
I also love Cheez Its.
There is a woman at work who sits near me. She's been out for a while...her husband is terminally ill, plus she just takes random time off. She's clueless. She's dumber than I am, and she's worked there for more than two months. Like, she doesn't understand how CELLS work in Excel. Let alone anything that actually pertains to the job at hand. Today's the first day she's been there since I moved to my own desk. The feeling in the air was uneasy. Everyone tries to be helpful, but you can tell when people are exasperated with her. Please, god (or whomever) let her get fired before I do.
Sometimes I really hate being a girl. Including today.
Somehow, my amazing phone lost all of my texts. Not a biggie, but why does that happen? So randomly? It's a good thing my mind is made from steel. Memory like an elephant.
I just might be morphing into a normal person. Listen, I'm serious. I'm starting to be less optimistic, more reasonable, more balanced. I'd *like* to think people are good, hope for the best, blah blah blah; but my mind and heart are finally starting to get that people just aren't like that, and life has a multitude of disappointments. And that's just how it is. And it's ok to be bitter or cranky. Doesn't define who I am overall, but it's there. It helps to round expectations out. Or eliminate them completely.
My job doesn't really involve excessive amounts of phone time, even though we are technically a help desk. However, when your coworkers don't stay logged into their phones like they're supposed to? You have to take all their calls. Which leaves you little time to work your own account (which involves no phoneage). That sux. Sucky slackers. I hope my stats are evidence of your slackage. I do love stats.
Our helpdeskage is supposed to be more proactive than reactive, which is why phone callage isn't such a big deal. So, if the proactivity prevails, reactivity should be at a minimum. I think that's the goal, anyway.
As far as work is concerned, I really wish I were improving the processes rather than implementing them. I see so much that can be changed for the better. Sux to start from the bottom, when you were in the middle when you last worked.
An important part of working is noticing how everyone else dresses. We are business casual, which I think can be interpreted broadly. Things I don't think are appropriate for business casual: Hawaiian shirts on men, HUGE hoop earrings (think streetwalker), enormous heels that impede your walking ability, cleavage-bearing tops/dresses (don't get me wrong: a subtle, tasteful amount of a bit of cleavage might be ok on a case-by-case basis, but inches and inches of the stuff? Notsomuch), tight pants, knit lounging pants masquerading as dress pants on large women, tshirts masquerading as "dressy" tops on large women, flip flops masquerading as "dressy" shoes on any size woman, straight-out flip flops, ponytails protruding from fedora hats on men. More to come, I'm certain.
In contrast, I dress perfectly appropriately for business casual.
I hate when dictionary.com is not Google's first query result when I'm trying to find the definition of a word. It is by far the most useful resource and the bitches at google need to realize this.
OMG, OMG, OMG, I am filled with excitement about my future.
Tonight, I am wearing a top that I generally reserve as an under-clothing layer. Because I'm hot. As a top layer, it makes me feel insecure and uncomfortable. Luckily, the only witnesses are a pug, a kitty who likes to pee on bedding and a lesbian who is in love with someone else.
August 12th, can you get here soon enough? No. You can't.
I saw some cute, yet inexpensive, coffee mugs at the "marketplace" tonight that I plan to purchase soon. This makes me impassioned.
In closing, may your (and my) Tuesday suck less than Monday.
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