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February 07, 2000
Weekends are too short
Okay, so you already know that weekends are too short. Sometimes they just seem shorter than usual. I feel like I didn't have any kind of break between Friday night and this morning. I think it's primarily because we didn't really do anything fun at all.
We would have done fun things, if it hadn't been for Barry's clueless customers. I've been stewing about this since Saturday morning, so if you've actually talked to me over the weekend, skip to the next paragraph, or endure another bout of griping...
Barry works at a printing/copying place. He's the key account rep. for a very large account, which is good, and he likes it a lot. The problem is, he doesn't have an assistant or any backup, so he's responsible for everything. He has a cell phone and a pager, so that his customers can contact him in an emergency. Unforuantely, for some of his customers, "emergency" means "I took a couple of days off instead of getting my work done, so I need you to come in over the weekend and fix it." So far he's working about 70 hours a week, plus at least one day on the weekend. He has a job review today, so at least he'll be able to tell his boss that something needs to change. Whether it will or not is anyone's guess.
Okay, I'm done whining for now. I'm actually feeling pretty good -- I worked out twice on the treadmill, and added some situps, much to the delight of the cat. Smoke LOVES it when I'm sweaty and nasty. The minute the treadmill stops, she races into the room and starts flinging herself against my legs, purring like mad. When I sit down to start stretching, she plasters herself against me and starts licking me. I can't even stand myself after I've worked out -- she's one weird cat.
What weird things does your pet do?
Posted by Mary Ellen at February 7, 2000 06:31 PM