So, now that I'm back
It's quiet. Really, stunningly quiet. This place is usually a bustle of noise during the week. Drivers walking in and out of the office... phone calls coming in non-stop, people shouting back and forth towards each other... it's usually so loud that I can't stop for a good five seconds and thing. On Sundays, though? Sundays are silent. There are 9 rides in total today. 4 of them have already gone out. The other 5 happen long after I'm out of here. I should see one or two people come around to pick up their checks. Otherwise? Quiet. I love it, but it always leaves me sitting here wondering when the other shoe's going to drop. When am I going to get the last-minute phone calls needing a town car at the airport in two hours, with no drivers willing to do the run, leaving me scrambling? We've been void of that the last few weeks. We'll see.
I should be doing something productive right now, but I'm not. I should be re-stocking the mini-fridge in the driver's lounge with tiny bottles of water. I should go ahead and make sure that the three rides for tomorrow that haven't been dispatched wind up that way. I could always call and get availabilities for drivers that didn't bother to stop by and write it down on the sheet this weekend. But I won't. Compared to my colleagues here in the office, I'm rather good at what I do. This leaves me a large amount of room for slacking off. Since I decided to not sleep well last night (not that I really had a "choice" in the matter), I think I'm going to exercise the slacking off route. The fridge needs re-stocking. The rest of the things I can probably leave for tomorrow with little to no repercussions. The minimum wouldn't be the minimum if it wasn't good enough.
The only sound I hear, besides my fingers hammering away at the keyboard, is the low hum of electronics. I'm not sure from where. I think it's the TV for the security cameras, but I'm not sure. It could be the gate controls. It could be my imagination.
I'm starting to get hungry. I should have ordered food. I suppose that I still can. I'm getting too heavy, though. I should cut down on the junk food, but I can't get motivated to actually stick to that. I had a sub last night. Having a sub for lunch today is getting ridiculous. I'm left with few options, though.
I have to write reviews for the CDs that Vince gave me last week. None of them are any good. Or, more accurately, none of them are anything close to what I'd listen to. So how am I supposed to do that "fairly?" I don't even know where to begin. "Group A thought that screaming was a viable substitution for singing, and the guitar and drums seemed content on repeating the same hook for a 6-minute long song. I wanted to stab a pair of scissors into my ear in hopes of severing the ear drum and preventing me from having to listen to this shit again. 2/5 stars."
Somehow, I don't think that'll fly.
Crystal just came up to pick up her check. She's one of the drivers here. Cute. Came up with a guy. Killed the ability to engage in small talk. Handed her the check she came for and quickly moved on to something else. A few years ago, I would've forced myself into the situation more. I would've joked and flirted blatantly with her, regardless of who she had in tow. I don't do that sort of thing anymore. Not because I can't or don't want to. I'm just apathetic about dating right now. I'm not sure I'm ready, I'm not sure I'd do so well, and I'm not sure it's worth it right now anyway. Don't know. I'm putting too much thought into it. I really should just let things happen, rather than feeling compelled to be hands-on about everything.
A couple more phone calls. Customers ranging from belligerent to downright moronic. Time to go clear my head. That fridge isn't going to fill itself. Neither is my stomach.
I should be doing something productive right now, but I'm not. I should be re-stocking the mini-fridge in the driver's lounge with tiny bottles of water. I should go ahead and make sure that the three rides for tomorrow that haven't been dispatched wind up that way. I could always call and get availabilities for drivers that didn't bother to stop by and write it down on the sheet this weekend. But I won't. Compared to my colleagues here in the office, I'm rather good at what I do. This leaves me a large amount of room for slacking off. Since I decided to not sleep well last night (not that I really had a "choice" in the matter), I think I'm going to exercise the slacking off route. The fridge needs re-stocking. The rest of the things I can probably leave for tomorrow with little to no repercussions. The minimum wouldn't be the minimum if it wasn't good enough.
The only sound I hear, besides my fingers hammering away at the keyboard, is the low hum of electronics. I'm not sure from where. I think it's the TV for the security cameras, but I'm not sure. It could be the gate controls. It could be my imagination.
I'm starting to get hungry. I should have ordered food. I suppose that I still can. I'm getting too heavy, though. I should cut down on the junk food, but I can't get motivated to actually stick to that. I had a sub last night. Having a sub for lunch today is getting ridiculous. I'm left with few options, though.
I have to write reviews for the CDs that Vince gave me last week. None of them are any good. Or, more accurately, none of them are anything close to what I'd listen to. So how am I supposed to do that "fairly?" I don't even know where to begin. "Group A thought that screaming was a viable substitution for singing, and the guitar and drums seemed content on repeating the same hook for a 6-minute long song. I wanted to stab a pair of scissors into my ear in hopes of severing the ear drum and preventing me from having to listen to this shit again. 2/5 stars."
Somehow, I don't think that'll fly.
Crystal just came up to pick up her check. She's one of the drivers here. Cute. Came up with a guy. Killed the ability to engage in small talk. Handed her the check she came for and quickly moved on to something else. A few years ago, I would've forced myself into the situation more. I would've joked and flirted blatantly with her, regardless of who she had in tow. I don't do that sort of thing anymore. Not because I can't or don't want to. I'm just apathetic about dating right now. I'm not sure I'm ready, I'm not sure I'd do so well, and I'm not sure it's worth it right now anyway. Don't know. I'm putting too much thought into it. I really should just let things happen, rather than feeling compelled to be hands-on about everything.
A couple more phone calls. Customers ranging from belligerent to downright moronic. Time to go clear my head. That fridge isn't going to fill itself. Neither is my stomach.