The best time of the day

Is when I get home and take my shoes off.

So I ended up going to work...and I would have been much happier saying home. I don't think I was sick, per-say. I think I just didn't want to go to work. Ok, I know I've caused most of what has come my way. But it all started when I got in trouble for talking to co-workers 10 feet, if that, away from where I was working. It wasn't like I was yelling "HEY BABE WHAT DO YOU WANT TO GO TO LUNCH WITH ME....THEN MAYBE A QUICKIE IN THE PARKING LOT?!?!" or anything like that ;) Heck, I had to walk right past them (two girls sit up there) just to get to my little area. It was such a big deal that the boss man had to move me to the other side of the building (ok, so that sounds a little like what Milton in office space had to go through). Not that it's a bad thing. I love working back there, the company is much much better.

Well right after I got to work today. As happy as I could be (I was a mean ol' grump this morning). I find out that I have to go to these brand new apartments that we are installing the window blinds in. Fine what ever. It's my job, but I don't have to be happy about it and I wasn't. So I was working...a little slow but I wasn't stopping, much. Got about 4 and a half apartments installed. Not to bad for about 2 and a half hours of work. Then the super truper boss men came by as I was just about done installing the last blind. They would make jokes and I would snap back at them. I told them I wasn't feeling good and didn't even want to come to work today. So I spent the rest of the day watching the warehouse. So, they took the warehouse working and put him out in the field again, he was happy.

So I spent the rest of the day out in the not so warm (high of 54 / low 30) making sure that the warehouse didn't get up and move or do any other kinds of tricks...and it didn't. Job well done by me.