Going Out of My Mind

I work at an infromation center. We are in the midst of the busy season. Half of my co-workers were on time and the other half were late. I feel we were one short , but who cares. We were so busy that my younger co-workers really couldn't spend the whole day on the computer(for a change). I had to run an errand at lunch and was a few minutes late coming back. The girl who was going when I got back from lunch actually went to lunch before I got back. The manager took an hour and a half. We were busy the whole time.
Our boss had asked us to make sure that the pamphlet stations were stocked when she came in on Monday morning. I had two co-workers, at different times of the day, spend a couple of hours each re-stocking the brochure racks and when we were ready to close at the end of the day there were still 4 or 5 slots empty ! How does that happen ? You don't need to put infinite variety out there, just fill the fucking holes ! It's not rocket science !
It is such a whirl wind on Sundays. I really get tired of it. But it pays time and a half and I can't pass up that income.

Waiting For It Again

I am starting this blog because there is stuff that I think about that I really can't post on my other blog. I have friends and co-workers who check it out and , frankly, I don't want to deal with their opinions. I wouldn't mind if they would post for all the world to see, but they're just going to talk with me at work or send me personal emails.
I'm starting this blog because I feel like I'm always waiting for something-my period , a phone call, death.Waiting to have sex, waiting for sex to be over, waiting for the day to end , waiting for the night to begin.I don't have a terrifically active night life, but . ... . sometimes I do !
My original title was "Waiting For It" but some chick in Toronto snagged the name and hasn't posted since April of 2006.
Okay, that's my opening launch. Let's see how down and dirty I'm gonna get . . . . .