Things I'd LOVE to say at work.... but can't

"When exactly is it you wanted me to do my REGULAR work?"

"I'm asking you for a little help - not the life of your firstborn child."

"Actually, yes, Miss, there is a reason we aren't paying your invoices at 30 days - it's because you are SUCH an annoying GIT that I've asked my boss to hold your payments just to piss you off even 1/2 as much as you piss ME off"

"Don't ask me... nobody tells me anything."

"Do I look like a farking private secretary???"

"Sorry, I died last week. I'm not being replaced for a month."

"This isn't brain surgery - I need those receipts!!"

"I'm sorry - I only take phone calls between 9:00 a.m. and 9:02 a.m. please try again later."

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Disclaimer: Not all of the above are actually relevant to my current job. I actually love my job, despite the small aggravations and irritations and foibles.

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It's amazing, really, when I think about it. The last thing in the world I wanted to be when I was "grown up" was an Accountant. I got to visit where my Dad worked several times and I thought it looked hideously boring and tedious and blah. And to an extent, it is. But it's also something I'm good at, it's marketable, and it incorporates two of my favorite things - research and puzzle-solving. The puzzle solving comes in the form of my all-time favorite thing in my job - balancing the bank statement to the GL and the checkbook. Yes, I know I'm strange. If you don't know it by now, you haven't been paying attention.

307 days

The Typin' 'o the Green

Happy St. Patty's Day, y'all.

This is the day that Amanda was supposed to have been born - but her father had predicted that she would be born on his birthday (the 10th) and she must have heard him say it enough and so, the very last words she heard from Mom before the contractions started were screamed toward the bedroom from the bathroom: "TERRY!!! YOU AND YOUR G*****M PREDICTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!". Sorry Sweetie - I know it should have been the gentle shake and "Darling - it's time - the baby is coming... " and a shy smile and all. But your bedroom hadn't been painted yet, and the bed was still in pieces in the corner. And I wasn't ready yet!!! I thought I still had another week!

Ah well. *smile*

Tonite we're going to a party - not my forte by a long throw. I get itchy in rooms with too many people in them. It's like there isn't enough air or something. Nobody in this group smokes, so its not that - it is just me being claustrophobic or agoraphobic or possibly just weird.

Over the weekend it was warmer, and almost all the sn*w and ice melted in the back yard. This has made me frustrated, as the weather is not good enough to play in the garden, but I can see what a mess it is and how much work needs to be done on it. A squirrel was screwing around in the dirt a lot this fall, and he made a large mess in the flowerbed.

Have a WONDERFUL day!

308 Days