randomtuesday

Random Tuesday is brought to you by our favorite SuperMom … Keely! G’head.   Join us in our random ramblings.   You know you want to.

~ I went from not much to do at work to being Swamped with a capital “S”.   Remind me of this time when (and if I ever) get back to not having much to do.   Also, remind me to smack Elizabeth upside her head on my last day for being such a pompous ass.   I’ve got four people standing at my desk wanting this or that … I’ve got three callers on hold … and I’ve got a rush recruitment package to prepare … along with seven travel orders to process and she stands there fidgeting, sighing, looking at the clock, trying to make eye contact with me, shifting back and forth until finally it’s her turn.  She must have done this for 10 minutes.  She wanted me to put a handful of pages through the hole punch.  She said “I know how swamped you are now and how much you have to do, but do you think you could punch these for me?”   She walked past a hold punch on the way to my desk.   She could have hole punched 5000 pages by the time she got to me.   Mind you … I know it’s my job.   I provide administrative support – which translates into I have to do whatever crap you don’t feel like doing and that’s fine.   But could they maybe cut me a break right now?      Sigh.    Or maybe not.

~ I’m not embarrassed to say this.   I’m devastated that Guiding Light will air the last show on Friday.   I can’t remember a time in my life when Guiding Light wasn’t on.  I remember it being on when mom would make me lay down for a nap.   I remember it being on when I got home from school.   I bought my first VHS so that I could record GL.   I watched it while rocking my first born in the afternoon while I was on maternity leave.   I celebrated when TIVO came out because I wouldn’t have to fight with nasty recordings as I used the same VHS tape over and over again.  And now it’s over.    And I’m sad.

~ I’m smelling phantom smells.   For a while, it was smoke.   Strong smoke – to the point that my eyes would water.   “They” say that it’s because my sinus are inflamed.   I can’t smell anything else – just these phantom smells.   Last week it was yeast.   Everywhere I went, it was like yeast rolls were in the oven.  And this week, it’s some sicking sweetish kind of smell.   Crazy stuff, I tell you.

~ One would think that if a spouse made plans to do something on a Sunday they would let the other spouse know, don’tcha think?  *insert annoyed face here*