The highlight of my day so far has been the fact that Alex is in major trouble. He lost an application, and lied to the woman when she called to find out if we’d received her application. Apparently, he’d even had some sort of screw up with the tracking system, by inputting the vacancy announcement number incorrectly.
The woman was livid she demanded to talk to our supervisor, then bitched her out for a good half hour. On speakerphone. I was so pleased. This won’t be the first time someone’s complained about him.
And then I realized that I went to lunch with that sitting on my screen, for all to see. The screen saver on this computer just won’t kick in.
I had a really great night last night. I did squat, aside from a quick trip to the store to get cheap pantyhose (which have a disgusting-looking run as we speak). I took a nap, and Dirk held me while I napped. The only excitement was when someone called for his mother and she couldn’t get to the phone before the answering machine went off. Dirk’s deranged little message about “Total Sunshine Unit Disbursement” played, and the person calling hung up. His mother stomped upstairs demanding that he change the message. The original message (that his father had recorded) was the sound of someone picking the phone up, then hanging it up again. Dirk amused ourselves for a good half hour by recording hilarious messages. The best one sounded like a dog moaning, and was made by Dirk pressing his lips against the answering machine as he spoke.
Desdemona has an upper respiratory infection. I’ve gotten numerous scratches and puncture wounds from being the designated “cat holder” whenever my mother is trying to administer medicine to them. So far, I’ve gotten a really bad scratch on the palm of my hand, and another on my left breast. Desdemona’s only been on medication for a couple days now. I’ll probably lose an eye before it’s all over.
My father spent all yesterday afternoon pouting, because he’s not happy with his new job. See, they didn’t tell him which location he’d be working at, and he (eternal optimist that he is) simply assumed that they’d place him in the Newington location, just a short hop up I-95 from where we live. No dice. He was located in the District, in an office that hadn’t even known he was coming until the day before. He pouted. A lot.
Mainly it was because he couldn’t drive to work anymore. He has to take the bus like the rest of us gov’t worker peons. He also doesn’t have a desk in his office. Yet. I’m sure he’ll complain enough to get one in short order.
Please, please let me get this other job. I talked to La’Shawn today, and she said that they hadn’t made their final selections yet. I want out of this office so badly. The only worthwhile thing here is Letisha.
I really like Letisha. She’s the nicest person I’ve ever come across while working here.
I’m going shoe shopping tonight. I’ll let you know if anything good happens.