Tell Me Something Good!

The Colonel is out sick again. My new coworker, Wendy, doesn't work Fridays (she's part time).

That means I am here alone.

I like it.

So many of you are in the midst of some really cold weather right now, aren't you? I hate to tell you this, but it is absolutely gorgeous here today. It's 43 degrees, which isn't warm, but it's very sunny and clear. Sweatshirt weather. That's a good thing :-)

It looks like Miss Priss ran into something with her (read: MY) car. She's not talking. We, however, will be talking to her tonight! She doesn't know it yet, but she'll be clear when the talk is done.

Does this stress ever stop?? Holy cow, she's wearing us out! Thank God it's Friday. I need a nice, long nap.

Tell me something good. I want to hear YOUR good news, please!

Hell Opened Up

That's right. The summer should be winding down and it feels hotter than it has all season.

Why a post about the weather?? No, it's not because I couldn't think of anything else, but because it put me in a really bad mood today.

First of all, I had to do "real" work today - meaning, I was OUTSIDE and in the heat. It was about 101F today here in Houston and I was on a car lot. I just can't tell you how hot new car dealer lots can be - white, white cement with shiny, clean cars covered in reflective chrome, and the sun coming out unclouded at approximately 6:45am and not settling down until after I was home. (side note - being outside and not in my office means I am not surfing blogs all day - I had to work the ENTIRE day! eewwwwwwwwwww)

What in the heck are you doing on a car lot, Lynda? An audit! Which includes an inventory. And that means counting every, single vehicle they have.

Luckily, I don't do these as much as I used to do, but there are days when I get the short straw and this was one of them.

So, after an hour and a half out in Hell's backyard (you know I'm right - it's a CAR LOT for goodness sake!), I am wringing wet and my hair is boinging in a 1000 different directions. And what do you know? Mascara seems to have made its waterproof way OFF my eyelashes and onto my face. Lovely.

What gal wouldn't feel pretty with all that going on? And it's right then, at that moment, that you have to go in and begin the audit part of the day. Kinda' sucks your professional impression right back down into the pits of Hell.

I didn't finish up today, so it's back there tomorrow, but hopefully only for an hour or two.

Don't they know I need to get back to the office and do some surfing????