Here's the e-mail I received this morning. It comes as part of a long string of e-mails. Let me start with the first one ( Read more... )

I was going to do another work tirade about how I am tired of swimming (more like treading water) in THE STUPID. You know what? I am sick of hearing it too. Let's just pretend I did it, my work sucks, my life's overloaded, and I am loosing my mind because I need to write with no time to do so.

Okay. There. Good.

How are things with you?

• I hope you had a nice weekend, whether you celebrated anything or not. I ate a Hershey's chocolate cross. Plus, Hubby purchased the weirdest jelly beans I've ever had; they were lumpy and bumpy on the outside, tasting sweet, and crystallized and sour on the inside.
• In the rush of sugar and new latopedness, I forgot to cover for my co-worker this ( Read more... )

Context is for the weak. Click it if you dare. It's totally work safe, but may not be safe or you mental or physical health.

You're welcome.

A co-worker of mine just sent me pictures of her son playing Jesus in the "passion play." Now, I'm thinking a little kid playing Jesus - how much fun is that? I love the pee wee hockey league and t-ball, so this should be awesome, right? I mean, the kid reeactment of MacBeth in the second season of Slings & Arrows slays me ( Read more... )

In an attempt to keep my blood pressure down and some increment of sanity (in hindsight, I have no idea why I thought this would help), I brought in my book, 365 Tao by Deng Ming-Dao. It's a daily meditation thing that I thought might broaden my view of things while trapped inside this stinky, hell-hole I call my day job; a reminder that the world ( Read more... )

• First thing this morning, a supervisor placed a work order (e.g., meaning something is wrong or broken) because a worker in another department was answering the phone in the empty cube next to her. Instead of letting the phone ring and ring, she answered it. To the supervisor calling, that was a problem.
• Yes, I have a headache after that.
• You know ( Read more... )

I don't make meatballs. I make meat lumps or hunks. Whatever you want to call them, I love cooking (almost typed "cocking", now have the uncontrollable giggles). It's a same that the last few years has afforded me time to cook. Being the last one home in the evening, dinner duties are left to Hubby. He's a great cook and i love his food. And ( Read more... )

Thirty minutes before leaving for home for a three-day weekend, a call center person phoned to say she couldn't log into the application that allowed her to receive called from the queue. I reset her phone, but it didn't work and the error message made no sense. As I was troubleshooting that, another employee called to say our main phone script ( ( Read more... )

The teacher for my college course is a contracted vendor where I work. I created his user account and configured his phone.

Do you think he'll give me an A based on my experience?