11.19.2004

 

I can't complain....

...because I got what I asked for.

I've been trying to work more in general lately. Begging...pleading...bargaining with my co-workers and bosses. I had the day off today. But, at 10:50 am, I was called by one of my fellow pizza deliverers who had a crippling hangover...can I work in 10 minutes? Sure. Why not?

I was out of there pretty quickly...about two hours or so. I filled up the rest of my afternoon with mundane shit. And then...I received another phone call...can I work from 7 to 12:30 tonight? Why? Oh. You want to get a head start on working on tomorrow's hangover. I see. Sure. Why not?

So. I got what I asked for. I also got a full schedule next week...despite the fact that I'm going to be in Chicago Tuesday through Sunday. I told my boss, "Thanks for thinking about me, but neither me nor my clone will be available those days."...don't worry, he has a sense of humor...and I told everybody repeatedly, starting about two months ago, that I was going out of town that week. Go service industry. Did anybody ever think for one moment that the service industry was paying attention?...because if you did, you're wrong. Whether you're an employee or customer...it doesn't matter.

If you ever start to think that they may be paying attention, just remember that there's a 96% chance that you're dealing with someone with a crippling hangover from the night before.

In other news, I've been feeling like a slave to my cell phone for the past week and a half. I've been following my minute usage scrupulously...noting that I've come dangerously close to my limit this month.

How sad is it when next month's cell minutes are the only reason to anticipate the arrival of a Friday night?

I wish my phone played a tinny and irritating version of Captain and Tennille's "Love Will Keep Us Together" when the minutes turned...I don't know why...I just think it would be the perfect song to further exemplify how aggravating it is to base your life around something as stupid as cell phone minutes.

Whatever.


Comments:
chicago? no fair!
business or pleasure?
 
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