azurelunatic

It's a weekend. It doesn't feel much like one -- my "weekends" are jammed with stuff to do. This -- this has nothing, except maybe more work if I feel like going in, which I might well. Lady Malfoy would coove at me, though, so I might not do too much. They're offering 20 hours of overtime next week, again, which says that they're desperate and they don't think the new trainees are going to cover the gap. What's the phone center version of cannon fodder, refusal fodder? Dialer-pumping?

There's a nasty little Corporate undercurrent to the place that I'm allergic to. ( And just because we work together doesn't mean we have a personal relationship. )

I've been living here almost five years, and I just now visited the Big Burrito to investigate their potential in the dinner-outsource department. They are worthy!

I can stay up as late as I want, tonight. I curled up in bed finishing re-reading The Hallowed Hunt, which will be a comfort-book in years to come, but isn't as vital to the core of me as it seemed on the first reading.

Obso1337 Supervisor brought in doughnuts today! His wife works in a bakery, which means that she often enough winds up with industrial-size boxes of not-quite-so-fresh doughnuts. Obso1337 Super generally takes them to their church, but every now and again he brings them to work. Today was one of those days. There was happiness.

I think a large part of Tuesday's problems was not enough chocolate, and not dispersed quite liberally enough. Pink Shirt Guy should have gotten some too. Yesterday's threat of throat-slitting was repeated; later, I made a bad pun about a stabbing death by office supplies (it was tacky).

Pink Shirt Guy is a Slytherin, I think. He's too subtle to be a Gryffindor, and only Slyths and Gryffs have that level of "Only if it doesn't dreadfully inconvenience me" over the rules. And he prefers to sit back and let things manage themselves with a few diplomatic words and only take action if things can't be avoided. It's borderline as far as the Hat's concerned, but the fact that he doesn't go off on harebrained crusades says to me that he's Slytherin, along with the little subtle things.

Two days off, and then the weekend mornings. I wonder if the other girl and I can juggle schedules well for the upcoming? And will the Senior Check-In be in the office forever?