A Day in the Life

[nepenthe]

 

Work was a series of frustrating events, but such is the life of a phone call service/sales provider. Before I got this job, I knew humans could be stupid. Remarkably so. This job has shown me the depths stupid can reach; it’s unlimited. As soon as I discover one moron's deep well, sure enough, another digs deeper. For the most part, I can be somewhat consoled by the overall decency of my co-workers. They are alright. However, someone took the cream cheese I left in the company fridge last night. The honey, almond and raisin cream cheese you can only purchase from Back East Bagels. Which is only open mornings to 3 in the afternoon. I get out of work at 3:30, and to puchase this cream cheese, I must plan AHEAD to be there in the morning on my days off. The cream cheese I'd meant to spread on the English muffin I brought to work today. Instead I was faced with dry English muffins and gingersnaps or unbearable hunger. Yes, I was hungry enough to eat dry English muffins. Ginger snaps delicious, as always. BUT DRY ENGLISH MUFFINS FOR LUNCH=AWFUL.

Mood in afternoon did not improve.

Am relieved to be home with music on play and a black Bunny bein’ all cuddly. Well. Was cuddly for a few hours after she had her noms and wanted to be held. I woke her up when I moved to use the toilet and she’s raring to go now that she’s rested. Has her feather toy out, looking at me side-eyed. I can tell she’s thinking: “How stupid must this human thing be not to take a hint? MAKE IT MOVE, SLAVE.”

I'm on track for getting some writing done this evening, woot! I've little to no idea how . . . this is why I shouldn't write such things. Moment I'm about to say, "I have no idea how to convey this scene with words; I could describe it were the English language capable of having words layered to create a unifying effect, like a harmony" and here, I stop myself from typing to remember: "YOUR MAIN CHARACTER IS ONLY A MUSICAL GODDESS. CONGRATUATIONS, YOU CAN SIT WITH THE MORONS IN THE MORON CORNER."

*sigh* I'm gonna go write now.

Comments

[finch]

I never leave anything in the fridge; someone in my office is a terrible poacher. You have my sympathy.

At least you're writing! Yay!