Laugh, and the world ignores you. Crying doesn't help either.
So, today is a totally mixed bag.
I woke up to a cat skull trying to invade my skull via my eyesocket. Wolverine was under the impression that since the sun had woken up, I must do so also. Then, while putzing around on the computer, I hear the garbage truck go by and realize that I had completely forgotten to take the trash can to the curb last night. So, I stop and put $45 freaking dollars in the car to fill it up, and proceed to crawl down 26 trying to get into Portland. After I get to work, I go to the smoking area to have a pre-work ciggy and manage to knock over my full venti mocha all over the ground. I get back inside and decide that I must have more caffiene and even break room coffee will work - so I end up emptying the pot and having to make a new one. No big. I start another pot to brewing (cause I am just that type of person!), but didn't realize the different configurations on the airpot brewer and managed to have the fresh brewed coffee end up all over the floor and counter - I wasn't there for the show, but I hear that it was quite spectacular. Not the best start to the day.
And then the trainer announced that we were going to go out on the floor for shadowing. Spent almost the entire six hours sitting with two different people, listening to the conversations on the stealth headset (or split one for you kill-joys out there) and typing up all the information for the calls that came in. It is either really sad or a wonderful indication of how working there will be that after the first set I realized that my day had pretty much swung around about 170 degrees.
I woke up to a cat skull trying to invade my skull via my eyesocket. Wolverine was under the impression that since the sun had woken up, I must do so also. Then, while putzing around on the computer, I hear the garbage truck go by and realize that I had completely forgotten to take the trash can to the curb last night. So, I stop and put $45 freaking dollars in the car to fill it up, and proceed to crawl down 26 trying to get into Portland. After I get to work, I go to the smoking area to have a pre-work ciggy and manage to knock over my full venti mocha all over the ground. I get back inside and decide that I must have more caffiene and even break room coffee will work - so I end up emptying the pot and having to make a new one. No big. I start another pot to brewing (cause I am just that type of person!), but didn't realize the different configurations on the airpot brewer and managed to have the fresh brewed coffee end up all over the floor and counter - I wasn't there for the show, but I hear that it was quite spectacular. Not the best start to the day.
And then the trainer announced that we were going to go out on the floor for shadowing. Spent almost the entire six hours sitting with two different people, listening to the conversations on the stealth headset (or split one for you kill-joys out there) and typing up all the information for the calls that came in. It is either really sad or a wonderful indication of how working there will be that after the first set I realized that my day had pretty much swung around about 170 degrees.
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