My Work Day
Mar. 30th, 2009 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unavoidedcrisis
March Thirtieth, Two Thousand and Nine
7 hours, 43 minutes remaining: Evidently, these dress pants are made of kryptonite and are sapping my brain of its smarts and... stuff.
7 hours, 7 minutes remaining: Also, my hair looks awesome today. I don't think I can stop being cute sometimes.
5 hours, 36 minutes remaining: Where did the morning go? This is one of the only times I like to lose track of time.
5 hours, 2 minutes remaining: And I will call it... 'escalation Monday.' Screw that completely.
4 hours, 25 minutes remaining: Seriously, I did not eat my wheaties this morning. These people are talking circles around me.
4 hours, 2 minutes remaining: Sudden stabbing chest pains would normally worry me, but it turns out it was just an errant T-pin. So relief and also ow.
3 hours, 55 minutes remaining: My time left here is dwindling. DWINDLING!
3 hours, 38 minutes remaining: Really other reps? Really? I'm not your wife, you can't threaten me with bodily harm to make me work more efficiently.
3 hours, 17 minutes remaining: (13 minutes until lunch!) It's freaking freezing in here. Screw winter and screw the cheap-ass building managers who won't turn the heat on.
2 hours, 26 minutes remaining: Lunch rocked, Friday almost over. Well, the part of Friday when I'm expected to wear pants.
2 hours, 1 minute remaining: Crap. We've reached the section of the evening when time starts to go backwards. And my customers turn crazy.
1 hour, 49 minutes remaining: Awesome sauce! I love it when the customer opens with 'I bet you don't know anything.'
1 hour, 23 minutes remaining: Also awesome sauce! When you're ending a call and you hearing the customer murmuring 'I love you.'
1 hour, 5 minutes remaining: Dead air that won't stay dead pisses me off.
59 minutes remaining: It's the sweet agony of knowing how close you are without being there. This is why I want a surprise death. I don't want it to be drawn out; I don't want to know when or how because then I'll always be looking ahead, not focusing on what's right here. Like, hey Colleen, we got you this piano dangling from a crane- oh! BANG CRASH TINKLY PIANO KEYS!
Yeah.
Like that.
35 minutes remaining: I hate/love this bra. It makes my chest look so pretty, but the wire is trying to kill me.
8 minutes remaining: Texan accents make me think of Jensen Ackles, who makes me think of Jard Padalecki, who just distracts me...
2 minutes remaining remaining: So that guy's name was Adolph and he only sounded like, thirty five. I didn't think anyone born after, oh, you know, 1942 was named that. Weird.
And then I went home...
7 hours, 43 minutes remaining: Evidently, these dress pants are made of kryptonite and are sapping my brain of its smarts and... stuff.
7 hours, 7 minutes remaining: Also, my hair looks awesome today. I don't think I can stop being cute sometimes.
5 hours, 36 minutes remaining: Where did the morning go? This is one of the only times I like to lose track of time.
5 hours, 2 minutes remaining: And I will call it... 'escalation Monday.' Screw that completely.
4 hours, 25 minutes remaining: Seriously, I did not eat my wheaties this morning. These people are talking circles around me.
4 hours, 2 minutes remaining: Sudden stabbing chest pains would normally worry me, but it turns out it was just an errant T-pin. So relief and also ow.
3 hours, 55 minutes remaining: My time left here is dwindling. DWINDLING!
3 hours, 38 minutes remaining: Really other reps? Really? I'm not your wife, you can't threaten me with bodily harm to make me work more efficiently.
3 hours, 17 minutes remaining: (13 minutes until lunch!) It's freaking freezing in here. Screw winter and screw the cheap-ass building managers who won't turn the heat on.
2 hours, 26 minutes remaining: Lunch rocked, Friday almost over. Well, the part of Friday when I'm expected to wear pants.
2 hours, 1 minute remaining: Crap. We've reached the section of the evening when time starts to go backwards. And my customers turn crazy.
1 hour, 49 minutes remaining: Awesome sauce! I love it when the customer opens with 'I bet you don't know anything.'
1 hour, 23 minutes remaining: Also awesome sauce! When you're ending a call and you hearing the customer murmuring 'I love you.'
1 hour, 5 minutes remaining: Dead air that won't stay dead pisses me off.
59 minutes remaining: It's the sweet agony of knowing how close you are without being there. This is why I want a surprise death. I don't want it to be drawn out; I don't want to know when or how because then I'll always be looking ahead, not focusing on what's right here. Like, hey Colleen, we got you this piano dangling from a crane- oh! BANG CRASH TINKLY PIANO KEYS!
Yeah.
Like that.
35 minutes remaining: I hate/love this bra. It makes my chest look so pretty, but the wire is trying to kill me.
8 minutes remaining: Texan accents make me think of Jensen Ackles, who makes me think of Jard Padalecki, who just distracts me...
2 minutes remaining remaining: So that guy's name was Adolph and he only sounded like, thirty five. I didn't think anyone born after, oh, you know, 1942 was named that. Weird.
And then I went home...
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Date: 2009-03-31 02:10 pm (UTC)imu