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Eggs-austed

The ladies yield and the ships go down
Or is it the other way around?

Do you remember those little, annoying pun-erific sketches of eggs published among the newspaper comics in the Sunday paper? I'm thinking of myself as one of those eggs at the moment. Not eggs-ited, oh no!

JOB: I've yet to actually be trained at my CSR job. With their move and a buy out of a breakfast catering company that Fiona has to learn to deal with, I've been put on schelpping duty. Oh sure, I've learned to do the morning prep of drinks, desserts, and service for the lunch pick-ups. I've gotten to watch over the shoulders of my co-workers as they handle phones. I've even been allowed to check credit card receipts against orders. I have not, however, done any customer service. Instead, I've been left to packing and unpacking dusty, dirty boxes, often in cold offices by myself. I've been given the task (and I suppose, rightfully so, given my talents) of creating the organizational situation of the new office supply closet. Almost all of my work has been physical, and as jlaughingwaters, I did ask for it. I asked to start a week early and offered to "help" with the move. I suppose this is good preparation for my move at the end of the month, but considering I've just spent the last ten days straight packing, unpacking, cleaning, and generally doing hard physical labor (those boxes, not just mine, are fucking heavy), I'm ready for a hot bath, a hard fuck, and a long massage. I've been pampering myself each night at home with facials and impromptu showers to get rid of accumulated dust and grime. Everyone at work keeps apologizing to me, swearing I'll have training soon. At least they like me ... and I do them. After all, I'm fabulous. But yea gods, I'm exhausted! And hungry. Working with menus day in and day out makes one long for hedonistic Roman feasts of binging and purging. Ah, the days of the vomitorium! *snerk*

U-HAUL: Do you have to be a complete moron to be hired by U-Haul? In all of my years of moving (and that's a lot, considering how often I've moved in my short life), I've never met an intelligent U-Haul employee. They rarely answer phones in a timely manner, even if they're not busy, they don't seem to know very much, even the subjects for which they are supposed to know (i.e. prices of rental vans, which ones have automatic transmissions, etc.), and seem to think customer service means slurred speech, general ambivalence toward everything that smacks of effort, and a mind like a hamster wheel whose inhabitant is 18 years of age with only three legs.

Giddens School & Ana: Giddens has accepted Ana back for another school year. No paperwork to fill out except the financial forms. No essays or drawings. Nothing. Just a contract sent to us stating that the tuition has gone up, and our scholarship hasn't gone up quite as much. Ugh. But she's going back for a second year, just as soon as I write out a $100 check and turn it in with the contract for my soul. She's getting a damn-fine education, and yes, I'll bleed for her to give it to her. As Demitri of the Continental said last night, "with her looks at her age, she gets whatever she wants. Whatever makes her happy." No fucking shit, my fine Greek friend. Last night she not only got to gorge herself on yummy food, she walked out of there with a free chocolate chip cookie almost the size of her head. And that's AFTER the free baklava. Not only has she been improving her reading and math skills (she's preparing for multiplication and just finished her first chapter book), she's also perfected her skills at milking grown men of sweets and adoration. Not that it doesn't all come naturally to her, but of course!

Body: Apparently my body recognizes that cycles must continue, for I am ovulating back on my old schedule! Ha! *falls over* Need bath, sex, and massage. Not necessarily in that order. Must remember to stretch after each of these physically trying days. Not to mention must take my zinc every morning since everyone around me seems to be sick, getting over illness, or just becoming ill. Both my supervisor and my co-worker are having flu-like symptoms. Craig & Ana are both getting over their colds (slowly), and while I'm having a heavy allergic reaction to all the dust, I'm managing to stay otherwise healthy. Ack! Must wash face or shower before bed. Feeling especially itchy!

Reminder: In case you missed my posts below, or this one scared them away, I am in need of childcare soon and want to know if you do now or have ever crushed on me, like woah.

To bed go we,
and merrily,
so good night to you
whatever you do
bright blessings
and sweet dreamings