Huh?

4:00 on a Wednesday feeling like a Tuesday feeling like I’m all confused!

That would have been a great song lyric.

This afternoon at my work has been crazy and let me tell you what that consists of:

It consists of people singing my name when they want something. It drives me up a wall. Please, all people who sing my name when they need something. Stop. Now a friend of mine, a guy friend, loves it when ladies sing his name. I hate it, it’s a serious genetic difference.

One girl couldn’t run the fax. She was doing it for personal reasons and I was swamped at the time. I turn around and the poor girl has papers flying all over the place. And all you have to do is put it in, face down, dial the number, press start.

Another more passive of my co-workers casually asks me if she got a call today. Now keep in mind it is my job to answer phones for a 12 person sales office that operates completely by phone. So I answer that yes, she probably did get a call today. She’s digging around looking for a message she never received, why not just ask me that? I don’t know. She asks me to make coffee by telling me there is no more. Grr. Might as well just sing my name.

However! It is 4:00, on a Wednesday that feels like a Tuesday and it’s a beautiful day outside. Camping in the Wisconsin Dells is right around the corner and I officially have a one piece bathing suit for the water park so I don’t show my boobs to everyone.

Also, the new ballroom dancing reality show is on tonight. Life could be worse.