  I'm at work right now, and I shouldn't be blogging. But that's too damn bad, because I'm having a shitty day. I'm waist-high in a project that shouldn't be my job (what else is new?). And I'm not just being a bitch because the project is a pain in the ass - It really shouldn't be my job. Without giving too much away, someone came to us to see if we could order thousands of dollars worth of products for them, but all in special quantities, 'only if I can get 8 right now '.
My boss told me last year when we did this that we'd never do it again - it took up too much of my time, it wasn't really my job, it was so much hassle, these people should be doing this themselves, etc... Then when they asked this year, she was like "Okay. Sure. Hey, you're going to do this again..." So once again, hundreds of things are on backorder. Things that weren't supposed to backorder are coming in, and I have to ship them all back. If they only had 7 instead of 8, they ship 7 and I have to re-order another one - but it's backordered.
Thousands of dollars worth. On top of all that, I have my actual work to do. So that really sucks. I have six big boxes sitting in front of me, unopened. And they're going to stay there until Monday, because I'm burned out on this whole thing. So instead of opening those boxes and examining the future headaches to come, I'm gonna' sit here and whine about it.
LOL At least I have a few CDs with me to calm my nerves. On Chris' suggestion I bought 'Franz Ferdinand' and 'The Faint' last night. And though neither one is really 'my thing', they're growing on me fast. 'The Faint' makes me want to dance - and well, I don't dance. Of course, Chris (being a club DJ) is all about dancing. You 'beautiful dance whore', you. Of course, for a day when you want to revel in your own sadness (or creep out the rest of your office), you need the good old-fashioned morbidness of 'Murder By Death'.
So when my dance tunes run out, I'll pop that in and sulk a bit more. *Sigh* I have a little over three hours to go until I get a day's reprieve...Then I get to do it all over again. The routine is killing me. Think happy thoughts... Think happy thoughts... Tomorrow I have a day off... Whooo! Yesterday was a blast. I was 'sick' (er...of work) yesterday, so I blew off to hang with Matt.
We went to the zoo (! ) for a bit, which was fun, then I bought him lunch (despite his protests). Ev & Rave stopped by Matt's place for a bit and we did the whole cake-and-presents thing. I guess Dave, Chris, Micah, and Joey showed after we left. (We all worked on his birthday, so we celebrated it Friday. ) It was one of those days that you just don't want to end... Everyone has those, right?
- Summer days...The weather's beautiful, you're with your friends in the car with the windows down, tunes cranked up, singing along... And at that moment you can't think of anything more perfect. And you'll do anything ... 'Just don't take me home yet'!? We don't 'go out' like most people do, I guess. I don't drink, I hate the smoke, I hate drunks, and around here we just have really shitty bars... Shitty cover bands, drunken rednecks, and country star wannabes.
Getting drunk with your friends is one thing. Bars just don't do it for me. Matt usually goes with Chris to the club on Saturdays, so that's about all the partying they can stand. The club Chris DJs at is a lot of fun. If it were closer, (Uh, about an 8 hour drive) we'd all go every weekend. Dave asked me the other day, "Does it bother you that Matt goes every Saturday? " I said, "No, why would it? " "I don't know. Most girls would be pissed at their boyfriends for going out without them every Saturday. " "He's allowed to hang out with his friends. I can't usually go anyway, because I work Saturdays.
I trust him. He's a good boy. He's more likely to make out with Chris than some other girl. " He just laughed, "Yeah, you're right". I'm far more worried about Chris than any other girls (and with good reason - Chris admittedly would be all over Matt if he'd let him. Who knows what happens when they're both drunk...) LOL I don't care what happens, boys. Just make sure I get pictures. ;) 
