words of a mother [ 05.23.05, 8:00 p.m. ]

OH! MY EYEBALLS! you know, i dislike these sick banners that are everywhere. i dislike them alot. so much so that i will glare at them every time i see them.
yes, i will say no to crack, yes it has hurt me.
no, i don't want to replace that light socket with anything, thank you. and don't ask me again.
*sigh*
sick.
I wish it would be sunny.
(HEY! i used a capital letter!)
well, not sunny right now, the sun would actually be going down. it's 8:02pm.
i'm back at work after having 2 work days off.
nothing short of "i'm seriously going to let my tongue fly in five seconds..." again. nothing's changed. like i expected it to.
but today was slightly different. i kind of drifted off into space.
see, sylvia's got this whole system that goes like this:
the first person in gets the front desk for three hours, 9-12, the second person gets the desk for the next three...12-3, the last person in gets the desk from, when? you guessed it, 3-6 (which is when we close.)
it's working grand. except that the first person in always gets to check in more patients than the other two. today i signed in 31. peg signed in about 10 and when i left at 5, liz had signed in 4.
BUT i love the idea! they leave me alone when it's my turn to be there! i can handle it! i LOVE when they let me do what i need to. they don't offer to help me. good.
the thing is, when it's either of their turns...they're helping eachother constantly. peg signs one person in at a time and meanwhile she's got this line of people she's telling "one moment, i'm signing someone in." and i'm at the back desk trying not to get my ice skates and impale someone.
*sigh*
it works good.
FOR THE PEOPLE THAT CAN HANDLE IT.
BUT, the point of me telling you all that, was because today i didn't get as annoyed. when i heard peg tell her line of people "um, could you wait one second, i'm signing someone in right now. have a seat." all snotty, i didn't get upset. i just tuned her out.
i'm hoping i can figure out how i did that so i can use it again tomorrow.
i'm starting to not care. is that bad? i mean, i care if the work gets done or not, i care who does most of the work. but i don't care, one bit about either of them. (in the work sense)
my mom always used to say "don't worry about your sister. i'm talking to you.
i think i've finally carried it over to the work place.
THANK YOU GOD FOR GIVING ME SOMETHING TO KEEP MY SANITY!
and it's the words of a mother... - Weller

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