It is the third day of Boss being at the Corp meeting out-of-State. It is the fourth day without a printer/fax/scanner, the second major fire day due to Customer Service order entry errors at Corp, customers keep calling to make last second product changes for shit we do not have in stock… AND, the sewer lines are shot, so I have no place to pee out this well-intentioned tea-detox I started, last night.
…Technically, we shouldn’t even be OPEN without a working place to pee. And yet, here I am, squeezing my pee-part muscles as hard as I can, because I am the only one here (again), and am still waiting for authorization for the multiple thousand-dollar repair estimate to be “ok’d,” by a guy who can pee any fucking time he wants to, off the side of the goddamn yacht he’s on right now, at the Corporate meeting.
(…And I know this to be true, as I saw the Yacht Club dress code requirements, stipulated in their travel itinerary.)
…Am super glad I started that Calm sleep app two days ago…because “exhausted ” on top of this would have pushed me over the edge. Right now, I’m rested, supremely irritated, and really really have to pee.
…It could be worse, is what I’m saying–without invitation for it to become so.
A printer is “supposed” to arrive today. The WHS Chick is “supposed” to come back from her ongoing 3-hour-long paint pickup trip (at some point), and whatever all that may be: I AM leaving early today (after all this ditching business) and someone else will have to deal with the Roto Rooter guy this afternoon.
…Cuz, fuck this noise.
In Other News: Put in for another audition that popped up from outta nowhere on the boards, it doesn’t look to be raining after work during my hill-hiking time, and am doing bud script brainstorm session with my Pan of a Princess Leia after dinner.
So: this now-crap is all cosmetic dirt under my feet. Very, very soon.
…Oh look, the FedEx truck. Gotta go learn network wiring now…
~D
