just another day

After I felt every moment at work last night, I had one final confrontation with my boss before I walked out the door. It was a mild one and I said far less than I could have and I am proud of myself.

A client was upset and he wanted to know why. It seems that we, that being myself and the other person on third shift, did not inform the client of the problem before they called us. That my friend is a serious offense where I work and I'll not be getting a gold star for my efforts for some time. Proactive is one buzz word that is alive and well where I work.

In an effort to save myself a headache and escape at the same time, I said that we must have been busy and that I couldn't talk anymore since I had to be somewhere. What I said was true. We were busy and making excuses serves no purpose in my mind. Oh, the place that I needed to be was my bed.

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I have a question to ask. Have you ever met someone who drains the life out of you? Have you ever met someone who asks question after question and never seems to shut up? I have and I work with that person three nights a week. Oh, I suppose that he is harmless enough, but there are nights when I can barely tolerate him.

I think that part of the problem lies with the fact that I am seven years older than him and as a result better educated and more worldly. I have no idea what he expects from me, but so often conversations with him are pointless. He rambles on about some crisis in his life and I very seldom dispense advice which he seems to want. The way that I see it, it is his life and he can do what he wants with it.

At the moment he is eagerly studying for the same work related exam that I took nearly a year ago and I wish that he would just take it so that I wouldn't have to hear about it anymore. Each night I get a new update on his progress whether or not I want to hear one. Sigh. Some days I just want to left alone with my thoughts and he is slow to get the hint when I am in one of those moods. Last night was a case of where that happened.

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The Land of Laughs has some of the same elements that Kissing the Beehive did, but that doesn't detract from the book. To put it another way, I don't see it as being repetitive or formulaic.

 
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