Well, here I sit on my last ever 12 hour weekend shift and man, does it ever feel good!
Appropriately, I’ve gotten little done in honor of having to actually work now on the days that I am here! My computer lagged wicked bad this morning and it was making me insane. But I did a good healthy defrag and now it’s back in peak form.
We are so gonna get slammed by snow tomorrow (or not, as the case may be). Weather men as we all know are hideously unreliable (yes, even you, WxB) when it comes to this are predicting a buttload of snow (buttload being the technical term, of course). I am sure the food stores are a zoo today. Glad H went early this am when he dropped me off.
I am beginning to think something he did in his youth completely wiped his short term memory.
Why? you ask.
Well, on the way into work, I was going through a mental checklist of what food we had on hand and what he might need to get if he went shopping. I saw the empty ice cream container in the trash and although we had a new agreement that he would tell me when he ate the last of MY food, he didn’t. I cut him some slack and asked nicely “How are we on the ice cream” because I didn’t want to get snowed in with NO ice cream (my new fetish). He said “I ate the rest of it last night” and I replied “okay, put it on the list for the store”. Done and Done, right?
No.
I call home about 12:30 and roused him from sleep and asked what he got at the store. I specifically asked about the ice cream whereupon he said “Honey, you didn’t tell me to get any.” UMMM hellooooo? Anyone home?? I told you this morning! He pleaded insanity and I let him off but Jeezy Creezy. What is his deal?
Me: “Sometimes it looks like nothing’s going on in your head”
Him: “It’s not!”
Lisa, repeate after me: Serenity now … Serenity now … ARRGH!
The newbie dude (Nathan) is here at work with me and is taking calls, bless his heart. I remember how terrified I was to pick up the phone when we first started. I think I can answer a call in my sleep at this point (3+ years doing it). Hear me now and hear me well: I will NEVER work in a call center again. NEVER. EVER. AGAIN.
So, I sign off from the last 12 hour day I will put in (well, from customer support anyway). It’s been interesting. or as my goddaughter says “fun stuff” (I love her, she’s so daggone cute)
We laughed, we cried, we ate sketti.
