Staring Down the Clock

Watching paint dry would have been a lot more exciting then an entire day spent in my office waiting for the phone to ring. Of course that's not saying I was overly happy when it did ring since I really wasn't in the mood to work anyway, and everyone who called seemed to have one problem or another, that I wasn't too keen on having to solve.

Solve them I did however. (No thanks to the numbnut who smucked them up and went awol on us for the day.) Not bothering to even attempt to look busy, I went from room to room in search of intelligent conversation. And though I never did find one, I still managed a few laughs here and there, although some were at my expense. Or as Cheryl found it extremely funny to say, "Ahhh Stacey. You know I'm just busting your chops." As if my chops weren't already broken!

The bossman was even kind enough to let us out a half hour early tonight, and to put it bluntly, you didn't have to ask me twice. I was packed and ready to go within 10 seconds of his statement. It probably didn't hurt that I had been whining all morning either, as I went around shouting, "Did you see it outside? Inclement weather! It's our civic duty to shut down and send everybody home." (Inclement weather seems to be the catch word for all our Southern locations. The merest hint of snowflakes and every plant south of the Mason Dixon line is suddenly closing due to inclement weather. Unfortunately this works against us Yankees. We don't close unless a state of emergency has been declared.)

Must go make dinner now since I don't hear it offering to prepare itself from the kitchen. Oh to have maid service ... I have a dream.