Thursday, August 11, 2005
Did you ever?
Have you ever had one of THOSE days? You know the ones. You have to run and get paint to start painting the trailer because you told the manager you'd get it done this month. You drop off the riders and take the back way into town. You come upon a recent accident. You see several people around, so decide you would only hinder. You turn around and go the other way, feeling like maybe you should have stayed and helped. You feel better when you see police with sirens going in the accident direction.
You get to the store and find the things you need. You come home, after spending $30 more than what's in your checking account, to find your boss from the parttime job wants you to come in. You try to call in, but you're on hold longer than you like. You throw the dirty laundry in the washer and start it up. You try again. When you finally get hold of someone, they say they couldn't find anyone else willing to come in, so you say to call you back in a couple hours if they still need you.
You feel tired, so decide to take a short nap, can't sleep, so you throw on some old shorts and a t-shirt (bra-less, of course) and you head outside. You decide to attack the front, first. you remove the shutters in front and one pair on the side. You get the paint, roller, ladder, and start working. The next-door neighbors show up. Then another shows up. They all make some comments to you about how you could paint their trailers, ha ha. You're sweating up a storm and hope they don't realize you feel like you're in a wet t-shirt contest. You keep on working, and finally use up the paint you poured out.
You decide that will at least show the manager that you have started the job. You go in and turn on the computer because there's a comma you want to put in one of your posts. The phone rings and it's the boss again - you let the answering machine get it. She wants you to come in. You've just moved the wet clothes to the dryer. You call in and tell the person answering, you'll be in as soon as possible before 9:00 pm. You try to update the blog, but blogger is down for scheduled maintenance.
You jump in the shower. Throw on some clothes. Jump into the car, with the clock showing 8:36. You head to work and make it to the parking lot by 8:42. You go in and find a huge backlog. You work until 11:08 when you decide they're caught up enough. You head back home. You find that the dryer had been left on when you left and the clothes are slightly wrinkled.
Yeah, I had a day like that, today, too.
You get to the store and find the things you need. You come home, after spending $30 more than what's in your checking account, to find your boss from the parttime job wants you to come in. You try to call in, but you're on hold longer than you like. You throw the dirty laundry in the washer and start it up. You try again. When you finally get hold of someone, they say they couldn't find anyone else willing to come in, so you say to call you back in a couple hours if they still need you.
You feel tired, so decide to take a short nap, can't sleep, so you throw on some old shorts and a t-shirt (bra-less, of course) and you head outside. You decide to attack the front, first. you remove the shutters in front and one pair on the side. You get the paint, roller, ladder, and start working. The next-door neighbors show up. Then another shows up. They all make some comments to you about how you could paint their trailers, ha ha. You're sweating up a storm and hope they don't realize you feel like you're in a wet t-shirt contest. You keep on working, and finally use up the paint you poured out.
You decide that will at least show the manager that you have started the job. You go in and turn on the computer because there's a comma you want to put in one of your posts. The phone rings and it's the boss again - you let the answering machine get it. She wants you to come in. You've just moved the wet clothes to the dryer. You call in and tell the person answering, you'll be in as soon as possible before 9:00 pm. You try to update the blog, but blogger is down for scheduled maintenance.
You jump in the shower. Throw on some clothes. Jump into the car, with the clock showing 8:36. You head to work and make it to the parking lot by 8:42. You go in and find a huge backlog. You work until 11:08 when you decide they're caught up enough. You head back home. You find that the dryer had been left on when you left and the clothes are slightly wrinkled.
Yeah, I had a day like that, today, too.
