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Today was much harder than expected. Nothing bad or horrible, actually it had a few really humorous parts. Only it felt like slogging through a muddy cornfeild in the rain.
My alarm went off at the standard time of 5:45am. I rolled over, hit the button to silence the sound, closed my eyes. No time later, the knock. Strblysneetch says something to the tune of "it's 6:20, are you getting up?" Um, crap. 6:20am? Seriously? I open blurry eyes and leer at my clock. Sure as the sun, it's 6:20am. Heart starts hammering and I leap out of bed. Back disagrees with this movement. I hobble towards the shower, trip on the Dweebo along the way. Clean, as awake as I'm getting, head to the car and cruise down to work. As a blessing from the Goddess, I hit every green light. Every single one. It should have been a clue.
Arrived at destination Hades Inc to find my chair got fixed in the night. Woot! Was actually early enough that I could read for about 5 minutes before I had to be on the clock (of doom). Sat down and proceeded to clean out the in-box. That took an hour. Usually only takes about 15 minutes. I'm am overly organized down to my in-box. It's all labeled too. Before I could actually say, I was done with the in-box, He-who-thinks-he's-the-man came over to tell me I had to call a participant and give him crap news. First I had to read over the file to prepare. An hour and a half later, the ulcers I don't have were churning. Dialing the phone was sheer terror. It was busy. Heart rate slowed, breathing returned to normal. I realized I'd have to dial again. I put it aside in favor of first break. Much laughter was had. At my expense and at others. We are an odd bunch, it's almost amazing we get along so well. I think it helps that we are all so very different. Returned to the desk. Breakfast soured as I picked up the phone again. Got through to the wife, not the participant, but I spoke with her for over an hour. Was very happy she didn't yell. Not once. The woman should be nominated for some sort of award of understanding that the messenger should not be shot. After I got off the phone started in on my regular work. Tried to make copies, ended up answering questions from the wonderful underlings. Even went over procedures with the noob. Suddenly it was lunch and I still hadn't gotten anything done. Nothing to add to my totals. Lunch was a movement in all of us pleading with the happy Mommy-to-be's baby that it wanted to be born. Today was her due date, but it didn't look like it was going to happen. At all. Back to the desk. Got through one (only one???) file and wrote one letter by break number two. I usually have at least 4 to 6 files under my belt by this time. The phone rang before I could get away from my desk for break, it was Stephie. I talked to her for longer than I should have. Longer than my allotted time period. Went back to work and filed things away in the end of day madness. Clocked out and headed off to home. The sometimes illusive home.
Stopped by the bank, got money for Strblysneetch (as she so thankfully paid for my season hockey tickets since I'm on a budget and kind of broke). Now I'm here. Home. I've managed to pay four bills and not much else. I need to go upstairs and wash dishes, but I'm having fun listening to Code Monkey and drinking my fufu berry Jones soda. Must remember to bribe the boy in the basement to get me more Jones soda. Stupid Safeway. I do have Burn Notice to look forward to watching tonight. That's always fun. Need to remember to set the DVR for the Stanley Cup game tomorrow. Finis.
My alarm went off at the standard time of 5:45am. I rolled over, hit the button to silence the sound, closed my eyes. No time later, the knock. Strblysneetch says something to the tune of "it's 6:20, are you getting up?" Um, crap. 6:20am? Seriously? I open blurry eyes and leer at my clock. Sure as the sun, it's 6:20am. Heart starts hammering and I leap out of bed. Back disagrees with this movement. I hobble towards the shower, trip on the Dweebo along the way. Clean, as awake as I'm getting, head to the car and cruise down to work. As a blessing from the Goddess, I hit every green light. Every single one. It should have been a clue.
Arrived at destination Hades Inc to find my chair got fixed in the night. Woot! Was actually early enough that I could read for about 5 minutes before I had to be on the clock (of doom). Sat down and proceeded to clean out the in-box. That took an hour. Usually only takes about 15 minutes. I'm am overly organized down to my in-box. It's all labeled too. Before I could actually say, I was done with the in-box, He-who-thinks-he's-the-man came over to tell me I had to call a participant and give him crap news. First I had to read over the file to prepare. An hour and a half later, the ulcers I don't have were churning. Dialing the phone was sheer terror. It was busy. Heart rate slowed, breathing returned to normal. I realized I'd have to dial again. I put it aside in favor of first break. Much laughter was had. At my expense and at others. We are an odd bunch, it's almost amazing we get along so well. I think it helps that we are all so very different. Returned to the desk. Breakfast soured as I picked up the phone again. Got through to the wife, not the participant, but I spoke with her for over an hour. Was very happy she didn't yell. Not once. The woman should be nominated for some sort of award of understanding that the messenger should not be shot. After I got off the phone started in on my regular work. Tried to make copies, ended up answering questions from the wonderful underlings. Even went over procedures with the noob. Suddenly it was lunch and I still hadn't gotten anything done. Nothing to add to my totals. Lunch was a movement in all of us pleading with the happy Mommy-to-be's baby that it wanted to be born. Today was her due date, but it didn't look like it was going to happen. At all. Back to the desk. Got through one (only one???) file and wrote one letter by break number two. I usually have at least 4 to 6 files under my belt by this time. The phone rang before I could get away from my desk for break, it was Stephie. I talked to her for longer than I should have. Longer than my allotted time period. Went back to work and filed things away in the end of day madness. Clocked out and headed off to home. The sometimes illusive home.
Stopped by the bank, got money for Strblysneetch (as she so thankfully paid for my season hockey tickets since I'm on a budget and kind of broke). Now I'm here. Home. I've managed to pay four bills and not much else. I need to go upstairs and wash dishes, but I'm having fun listening to Code Monkey and drinking my fufu berry Jones soda. Must remember to bribe the boy in the basement to get me more Jones soda. Stupid Safeway. I do have Burn Notice to look forward to watching tonight. That's always fun. Need to remember to set the DVR for the Stanley Cup game tomorrow. Finis.