This is one of those bitchy blogs.
In most offices and such, a lunch hour is from 12 - 1. In most cases, such as mine, I am expected to get all my personal errands done during my lunch hour. Silly things like, oh... eating lunch. And going to the bank, and the post office, and the library. So what I don't understand, is why the bank people, and the post office people, and the library people get to take 12-1 as their lunch, too. They should go to lunch at 10-11 or from 2-3. Because really, the world SHOULD revolve around ME.
I was in the post office today to get a BOX. That's all I needed. One little bitty box. And I was there for 22 minutes. Before that, I was in line at the bank for 15. That is dumb. And it makes me nuts. My blood pressure goes up. I am not a very patient person.
My witty girlchild has been at my office with me for the last three days. (Yes, I am very lucky that my boss does not object to Take Your Daughter To Work Summer.) Her smartass side shone through brightly today, while we were waiting for that damn box at the post office.
We were in line and the clock above our heads hit 1:00... Elizabeth says, "You are supposed to be back at work at 1:00. You are going to get fired." Then it hit 1:01... and she starts chanting, "Fi-- rred. FI---RRREDD. Fi ---rrrrred." in a very Beevis voice, until I start laughing and tell her to hush it. We get halfway back to work and she is still giving me time checks: "1:04... FIRED!! .... 1:05.... FIRED!!! 1:06... FIRED!!!" and then she says, "Hey, if you get fired, we can go home and cry, and then go to the waterpark!!"
I seriously love that child. She is going to give me many wrinkles.
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