December 21, 2006

Long day.

Itís been one of those days. Ktreva woke up this morning and her voice is pretty much back. Itís a little froggy, but she can definitely say in a loud and clear voice, ďI hope you like the couch.Ē So tonight I camp in the living room again. Iím not even sure what I did wrong. If I was doing something she didnít like, all she had to do was speak up and say so. I told her that a good dozen times. Yet, she didnít make a peep once.

Then I get to work and I start the day off thinking that itís Friday and I get to leave at 11:00 to meet up with some people. Iím rushing through my work to make sure everything is done, assigning projects for the days, sending out all of my ďFridayĒ e-mails. To make matters worse, since I was sending out my ďFridayĒ e-mails, my employees started thinking it was Friday. That was until one of my people responded to an e-mail, ďDid I miss a day, or isnít today Thursday?Ē After a quick check of the calendar and a very audible, ďDíohĒ, I quickly sent out all the updated e-mails. Of course by this time all of my employees where begging me to bend the space-time continuum and make it Friday.

Now, since Iíve lost a day, the whole day went by at a snails pace. I mean everything seemed to take forever, even lunch. I ran some errands on lunch, finished some shopping and bought lunch. I thought I was running late, that I had been gone for over an hour. When I got back to my desk, I had only been gone for 35 minutes. It was at this point I vocally asked, ďWhy? Why is this day going so slow?Ē Lo and behold an ethereal voice responded with, ďBecause you donít want to be here, you should take the rest of the day off.Ē This suggestion sounded good untilÖ ďAnd give your employees the day off too.Ē Then I realized one of my people heard my plea and was hiding behind the wall talking to me.

Which is actually good, because I was starting to doubt my sanity. Either that or I had proof that god exists, is female, and Iím surely in big trouble. Instead I decided this employee needed some additional work, and gave it to them. Never let a good joke go unpunished people, but only if you are the target of it. It makes them think twice about playing a prank on you again.

Finally the end of the day came along, and I head home. Thanks to the traffic the trip took FOR-EV-ER. I really hate the fact that the only way from work to my house either takes me past the Mall or down some of the busiest streets in the city. Finally I get home, and I thought Iíd make a quick dinner so I could get into some Glogg to make the memory of the day go away. Well I started cooking it about an hour ago, apparently I canít bend the space-time continuum to change what day of the week it is, but I can to make Korv cook and potatoes boil. Now if youíll excuse me, Iím going to go see if I can make some beer disappear quickly.

Posted by Contagion in Stories about me. at December 21, 2006 05:48 PM | TrackBack

And you wondered why I thought you might not live. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at December 21, 2006 07:15 PM