A Little Later, and Even More Mindless Drivel

Well, it's now more than halfway through the day. The air came back on, much to relief of all of us who wile about our days in our little cubes. As a complete aboutface from yesterday, it's not very busy. Having said that, I spent all morning on one order. The sales person who sold the order has some of the worst handwriting I've ever seen. Honestly. I remember penmanship being sort of a big thing in elementary school. Apparently, that was an abberation, and not the norm. Damn shame. I mean, the purpose of learning to write is to be able to express ideas and information in a format others can share and comprehend. His writing? Trust me, there's very little in the way of sharing ideas, and even less in the way of comprehension.

I am on track to leave at 4:30 today, that being my personal time of escape for the day. This makes me happy. Usually, the later I leave, the worse traffic gets. Since I drive an hour and fifteen minutes each way, anything I can do to shave time off makes me happy. And because days here seem to last into Eternity, the closer 4:30 gets, the harder it is to concentrate on anything. Which is why Murphy generally dictates a nasty call at 4:22.

So, I'm sitting at my desk, eating Lemonheads. I love those things! They started stocking them in the vending machine at work last week, and I've made sure I have them on my desk ever since. Want to make sure they get the idea that Lemonheads are a good thing to have in the machine. They make almost any day better.