Death to Cat Stevens...
Sorry, Cat Stevens fans, but spending twenty minutes on hold to Canada over an important rail car makes Cat Stevens even more annoying than I already thought he was. Bleck. At least other rail lines have just advertising hold music, or that little beep or message to remind that you're still on hold in case you somehow forgot. Occasionally, rarely, you get awesome hold music.
Anyway, after all of that nonsense...
Work has been unusual as usual...if that makes any sense. What I do know is this whole me taking over Chelsey's Chemtrade temp patterns and stuff was on like Simon Le Bon until yesterday afternoon when I got an email from her saying, "Nevermind. Work these other temp patterns instead." I give up. Unpredictability seems to be the name of the game round there. Oh, well, keeps you sharp. And I've taken over the potato fleet which is annoying and cumbersome, despite the fact that I have control of the nation's french fries. I'm trying to decide if they gave it to me to clean it up, or if it is just always that stupid. I managed to get stuff mostly done today. No extra time, but it's Tuesday, things are still backed up from the weekend. And Rob, my manager, winked at me today, just because he's nice like that, but I think I must've turned about twelve shades of pink. Mostly out of surprise. And before anyone gets any bright ideas or gives me any brilliant suggestions NO I will not be asking him out since he too has a large picture of his girlfriend on his desk. And NO I will not attempt to steal him away. What is it in my demeanor that makes people think I would do that? Oy vey... He's just my manager. I'm just his favorite contractor because I do craploads of stuff and quickly.
Oh, and apparently there's been some shakeup at the company, we are no longer Transentric but now UPDS. Not that we the contractors would know, because it means jack to us. But, my dad heard about it, and his boss actually came by to ask me about it today and I knew a little of what was going on, but for the most part, we are mere nuts holding the screws that keep the cogs in the machine that is the company. Whatever.
Um, let's see, ordered my Girl Scout cookies today. Bring me Thin Mints in gigantic quantities! And the cold must be getting more intense or something. All I know is that this morning I felt like someone had stomped on my right femoral artery. Or perhaps I'm just hemorrhaging internally. Who can say? But the cold makes me sore, and I felt really really sore this morning. And it's only going to get colder...boo...
But there is cake downstairs, my Muppet biography to read, novel to work on, and other stuff that allows me to stay indoors where it is warm. And I just put my flannel sheets back on my bed and they are awesomely snuggly in the winter. Excellent.
Oh! And over the weekend while at my Jane Austen book club meeting, we were having our usual intro go round deal, and the old crazy lady who makes me want to pile drive her was there and mentioned the fact that she'd been struggling with Jane Austen since World War I. What? WHAT?! She can't be THAT old. WWI would mean that she's at least 90, if she decided to start reading Jane Austen at the age of four. She cannot be that old. I think she's full of crap, personally, but that's just me. I'm young and impetuous and inclined to believe this lady is bats. Not all old people, just this one in particular. God, she's so annoying. But as the loud liberal Jane member, I'm allowed this opinion. I'm sure she thinks I need to shut up more often than not. Heehee... Everybody thinks I'm Jane Bennet but I'm really Emma Woodhouse. I'll take either of their fates, thank you. And if you don't know who they are, google it! Get some culture in your life.
Ugh, January...