Dress clothes are getting old...
Okay, so I love/hate my job. I don't mind it when I answer the phone to nice people, but when hacked-off people call, that's when my mood gets ugly. Okay. I can NOT help it that they decide to call at the retirement busiest time of the year, and that over a hundred people are on the call-back list before them. Sorry, but that's not MY problem. And it is also not my problem when they wait until the day before a deadline to get stuff straightened out, and they can't get in with a counselor. Well Mr. Procrastinator, looks like you just learned a lesson!
As you can see, work has put me in a lovely mood today. :D
Oh, and how sad is this?!
My life is rated G.
What is your life rated?
Sigh, I guess I already knew I was quite the goody-goody, but did I have to be told by a livejournal quiz? Oh well, maybe someday I will find a innocent girl that is attracted to my rated-G-ness. Hmm. Someday!