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susandennisOk, today is just trying to get me.
First of all the bus driver, this morning - the same nice lady that's been driving my bus for the past few months and who a couple of weeks ago honked at me when I was not paying attention so I would know that she was there and ready - went right by me today and didn't even stop! I was standing at the curb with lunch box guy and she just blew right by us. Lunch box guy was not happy and neither was I.
They are doing road work at our stop and the sign says the stop has moved up 50ft. And we were standing at the new spot. The next bus was in 15 mins. And I nearly missed that one because it stopped at the old stop. As I got on, I said 'whoa these stop changes are killing me!' And the driver, who clearly moonlights at a comedy club/mental health center said 'the stop is the same it always has been.'
What.ever.
Then I got in to work expecting to find all the bits and pieces for the website I need to redo and I had all but 1 - a very cruicial 1. And there was no mention of where/when that 1 might appear. I sent a note off asking and got one back saying. Oh... Ok... And, by the way, there are changes to the other bits we sent. It was supposed to be live on Monday. I found out about 5 mins ago (some 6 hours after this morning's note play) that Monday is now totally (and I say this gratefully) off the table. But, still
What.ever.
I went down to lunch and they have rearranged the café enough to be totally disconcerting and the grill guy who always makes my cheesburgers has been replaced by M r. S l o w C o o k. The special today was Reubens. Cool. Now, my friend the Former.Grill.Guy would have had a bunch already made up. But, new guy, apparently does not like that idea. So I order one. And I wait. I played a game of Yahtzee on my phone. I chatted with my friend, Gail, who was passing through on the way to the salad bar and I waited. I could have fucking given birth to a guy named Reuben and sent him to grill cook school and had him make me one faster than this guy.
I hopetogod he was just a temporary substitute and not, as I fear, the new staff as of June 1. Oh and in his haste, he forgot the Russian dressing. But - say it with me now -
What.ever.
John, Sheri's handy man, is supposed to be installing the new mug shelves over the kitchen sink today but I'm thinking that based on the vibe from the rest of today, I had better be prepared to get home and find no sign that he's been there at all.
First of all the bus driver, this morning - the same nice lady that's been driving my bus for the past few months and who a couple of weeks ago honked at me when I was not paying attention so I would know that she was there and ready - went right by me today and didn't even stop! I was standing at the curb with lunch box guy and she just blew right by us. Lunch box guy was not happy and neither was I.
They are doing road work at our stop and the sign says the stop has moved up 50ft. And we were standing at the new spot. The next bus was in 15 mins. And I nearly missed that one because it stopped at the old stop. As I got on, I said 'whoa these stop changes are killing me!' And the driver, who clearly moonlights at a comedy club/mental health center said 'the stop is the same it always has been.'
What.ever.
Then I got in to work expecting to find all the bits and pieces for the website I need to redo and I had all but 1 - a very cruicial 1. And there was no mention of where/when that 1 might appear. I sent a note off asking and got one back saying. Oh... Ok... And, by the way, there are changes to the other bits we sent. It was supposed to be live on Monday. I found out about 5 mins ago (some 6 hours after this morning's note play) that Monday is now totally (and I say this gratefully) off the table. But, still
What.ever.
I went down to lunch and they have rearranged the café enough to be totally disconcerting and the grill guy who always makes my cheesburgers has been replaced by M r. S l o w C o o k. The special today was Reubens. Cool. Now, my friend the Former.Grill.Guy would have had a bunch already made up. But, new guy, apparently does not like that idea. So I order one. And I wait. I played a game of Yahtzee on my phone. I chatted with my friend, Gail, who was passing through on the way to the salad bar and I waited. I could have fucking given birth to a guy named Reuben and sent him to grill cook school and had him make me one faster than this guy.
I hopetogod he was just a temporary substitute and not, as I fear, the new staff as of June 1. Oh and in his haste, he forgot the Russian dressing. But - say it with me now -
What.ever.
John, Sheri's handy man, is supposed to be installing the new mug shelves over the kitchen sink today but I'm thinking that based on the vibe from the rest of today, I had better be prepared to get home and find no sign that he's been there at all.
