| | I got -this- from my friend Pam today. For those of you too lazy to check it out, I've written the lyrics below, so we all can sing along together...
(to the tune of take on me)
Tryin' to get some pie
I don't care what's inside it
I'll eat it any way,
I just want to be right beside it
Cover it with cheese, maybe gravy maybe mashed potato
Don't bake one
(Don't bake one)
Don't bake two
(Don't bake two)
Bake me three
Cause two just won't do!
(this is the point where one should stop watching the animation, mostly because the fun part is the singing, and the pie!)
My life is full of amusing things, which is good, because today otherwise was not good. Work was not so hot, we were hideously understaffed, and then Nate let FOUR people go to lunch AT THE SAME TIME! It was -madness-, madness I say. That and Mitchell (who is temporary), kept dumping shit on me, he's rather inept... and it was driving me NUTS (which is good I guess, because he was too handsome for his own good. Now I'm so annoyed with him he's gone from a Keanu Reeves in Bill and Ted to a Shawn Wallace in Star Trek:DS9 ). He dumped a couple on me after I went on LUNCH, I spent ten minutes helping them of my half an hour. He stood at customer service, when it wasn't busy, with a small mountain of go backs next to him, not doing anything. I asked him if any of those were upstairs (where I was), he said 'no' then when I looked at him, he asked me if I wanted him to put them away.
...
THAT IS HIS FUCKING JOB!
I asked him if he was working in customer service, he said yes, I told him that it would be really great if he put them away then. (idiot) Then I answered the phone (because apparently the people downstairs were swamped or out recovering) and this woman wants to speak to Mitch, but I can't find him. It seems he said he would call her back on finding her order, and its three hours later, and he didn't call. I put her on hold, found her order right where it should be, and told her it was there. She was really pissed at me, like it was my fault he didn't call her back. When I found him and asked him, he said that he called her. I told him that I hope when she checks her messages she feels like an idiot for yelling at me.
GAH!
Then after work (Nate was being a jerk, hunting around the magazine section looking for out of place magazines, straightening things that were already straightened... we got out at 11:45... grumble), I had to call my mom (she called yesterday, so I charged my phone today), and we talked for an hour. Only I don't have reception at my house, so I had to drive to Albertsons and sit in the car... it was very very cold. When I got off the phone I realized my toes were numb.
And now, to top it all off, I got home too late to see Frank (or talk to Ed, or anyone). So I'm bitching at you, dear internet, instead. Frank is much better at turning my ire into laughter... (no offense), so I'm coping with flash animations and a space heater (poor substitutes).
I'm going to bed as soon as my brain stops the whirling.
My bed is cold...sigh
posted by Amber at 1:13 AM
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