Tired
Really tired. I love my job, I truly do, but holy smokes, I don't understand why I'm exhausted all the time. Maybe it's just the dread of the upcoming Vikings season. I am just so over drunk assholes.
Good story tho from Tuesday:
Phone rings at work
I answer "Bar X, how may I help you?"
Caller: "I need you to find Miss Silly Monkey Sprinkle Pants for me."
Me: "I'm sorry, we don't have a pager. If you describe Miss Sprinkle Pants, maybe I can find her."
Caller: "Well, what time does bingo end?"
Me: "Wha? Bingo? Huh?" (we don't have bingo, nor ever have at Bar X)
Caller: "BINGO. WHAT. TIME. DOES. IT. END?" (apparently I'm an idiot for not knowing what time our non-existant bingo ends)
Me: "Miss, I'm sorry, we have never had bingo here. We have karaoke tonight though."
Caller: "No, not karaoke. BINGO."
Me: "Nope, no bingo." (meanwhile, bartender on duty has overheard conversation and has promptly started yelling "N28", "G13", and "Bingo" in the background)
Caller just hangs up on me.
I miss my friends. I hardly get to see anyone anymore, as we are all on completely different schedules. The one shining light that I do have is VACATION coming up next month, and come hell or high water, I'm going. http://www.gusplaceresort.com/cabin02.htm is where I shall be for 5 wonderful and relaxing days next month, with Mr. Rocket in tow. It's not Mexico, but it's not here! All I can think about is parking my ass on that beach with several bottles of wine and some cheese, fruit, and crackers. Oh, and several great books. The resort also has a 4 hole golf course, so a little smacking a tiny ball around might help destress me also!
Latest project has been: knitting little bankies for homeless kitties at the Coon Rapids Humane Society. Also, working desperately on a movie/book swap that I'm currently involved in. Got 2 parts of it done, but am crushed on inspiration for the rest.
Good story tho from Tuesday:
Phone rings at work
I answer "Bar X, how may I help you?"
Caller: "I need you to find Miss Silly Monkey Sprinkle Pants for me."
Me: "I'm sorry, we don't have a pager. If you describe Miss Sprinkle Pants, maybe I can find her."
Caller: "Well, what time does bingo end?"
Me: "Wha? Bingo? Huh?" (we don't have bingo, nor ever have at Bar X)
Caller: "BINGO. WHAT. TIME. DOES. IT. END?" (apparently I'm an idiot for not knowing what time our non-existant bingo ends)
Me: "Miss, I'm sorry, we have never had bingo here. We have karaoke tonight though."
Caller: "No, not karaoke. BINGO."
Me: "Nope, no bingo." (meanwhile, bartender on duty has overheard conversation and has promptly started yelling "N28", "G13", and "Bingo" in the background)
Caller just hangs up on me.
I miss my friends. I hardly get to see anyone anymore, as we are all on completely different schedules. The one shining light that I do have is VACATION coming up next month, and come hell or high water, I'm going. http://www.gusplaceresort.com/cabin02.htm is where I shall be for 5 wonderful and relaxing days next month, with Mr. Rocket in tow. It's not Mexico, but it's not here! All I can think about is parking my ass on that beach with several bottles of wine and some cheese, fruit, and crackers. Oh, and several great books. The resort also has a 4 hole golf course, so a little smacking a tiny ball around might help destress me also!
Latest project has been: knitting little bankies for homeless kitties at the Coon Rapids Humane Society. Also, working desperately on a movie/book swap that I'm currently involved in. Got 2 parts of it done, but am crushed on inspiration for the rest.
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