The last time calls came at me this rapid fire, I was just starting here. On the day shift. In the middle of freaking January. Oh. My. Loving. Lord. Whoever said I don’t keep busy… uh, doesn’t know me. Or this company. I love it. Time doesn’t go by quite … Read the rest
Which, roughly translated, means… absolutely jack for me. Yay workin’ for the man! One of these days, I’ll work for me. One of these days. Possibly. Nah, too much work. Just hit me up with another bonus or 6.
… Until I get to go home. Not that I don’t like it here–hell, it’s awesome. But… well, this cold I thought I’d kicked on the weekend? Yeah. It’s back. And it’s got revenge on its mind. What a royal bastard it is. So I’m sitting here, on my lunch … Read the rest
Specifics will come out when I see exactly how much of my bonus actually makes it to my bank account, but at the moment, if it’s as much as I’m thinking… there could be some fun being had here. Pay off computer type fun, perhaps. Unless it conveniently stops working. … Read the rest
… and I can go home. I wanna go home. I love my job, I had an easy as hell week, but I wanna go home. Or maybe that’s just because since about… oh… 3:00 staying awake has become a real trick. Could be a distinct possibility. Ah well, whatcha … Read the rest
… do I start to develop coldlike symptoms after being at work for 4 or 5 hours or so? Inquiring, and slightly irritated, minds want to know.
And like anyone on any friday, I find myself very, very reluctant to actually go to work. Is that bad? Survey says… signs are hazy, ask again later. Ah well, at least there’s an interest there I might be able to catch for another little conversation before my shift starts. … Read the rest