Masterminx

Here I am, again. It was crazy last night, trying to fit our whole day into the 3 hours we had left when we finally got home from work.

Wes was really grouchy and irritable all night. It's not easy dealing with the messes in the house, when I am not available during the day. He tried to cook dinner, clean the kitchen, and work on his computer all at once. Dinner was good, at least.

By the time I got home, my feet were killing me. I hate those damn girlie shoes with the high heels and pointed toes. They are torture. The tops of my feet were swollen, and my toes were smashed. Walking to the car was an adventure, in itself. Wes liked them enough to simply grin, and say, "They make you tall."

Today, the shoes are slightly more sensible, and the clothes are less of the polyester and more of the cotton knit variety. I had forgotten how awful it is to have to wear clothes all day. I can promise one thing: as soon as I get to the car this afternoon, the bra is coming off. Gawd.

I am still in the market for permanent work placement. I haven't hit the old jobs ad sites for a week or so. I guess I thought I could rely on Office Team to help me out. All I want now, is a job where my talents aren't wasted. Oh...and I want some money, too. I'm so demanding and unreasonable, I know.

I got so needy for the feeling of solving a problem for those who cannot, that I started doling out Windows troubleshooting advice to the ladies in the Lycos Game chat. I would almost consider it an illness that I have. I am addicted to helping people with my quirky little bits of know-how, and even a little 'think-so-how'.

I am still answering phones, all the while building a little voodoo doll of the substitute placement boy. I tried to explain to Wes why it sucks to answer phones for a technology company. He didn't get it, at first. The worst thing about it is that half of the callers are not English speakers by origin, so it is tough to get their names down. It is tough to even understand who they are trying to reach, but I have a limited number of possibilities there. That part can be narrowed down by syllables. Imagine the mortification of announcing over the loudspeaker that "Shoushoushabashon" is holding on line 1--or, at least, someone who sounds very much like that. I very much dislike getting people's names wrong. Maybe that is one of my sensitivities that only I notice. Not sure.

Everyone here is really nice. Imagine a whole company made of the sales and marketing team. That's what consultants are like. They are all outgoing, charming, attractive, peppy people. They are friendly. The way placement boy was acting, you'd think it was a dungeon full of vengeful nazis with OCD. He acted like the standards here were just too high, and he owed them something good, or his balls were in a sling.

Maybe he's just a weasely little bastard.

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