Bubble and squeak

Or what the Brits commonly call leftovers. Today, I serve you the leftover remnants of my thoughts. At least the coherent ones.

Do I have any coherent thoughts? I think my brain is asleep. I should be asleep, but I'm still at work.

Today began my first day of real training at my new job; I was pretty slow today, but should become an old pro soon. I started at 7am, so had to get up at 5:30am. There should be a law against getting up that early. Whatever fool said, "early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise," should be shot. I hope that wasn't in the Bible. Meaning no disprespect to God, but if anyone else says that, they're an idiot. I think Ben Franklin wrote it. Which supports my theory entirely -- who else would fly a kite in a thunderstorm to see how electricity worked? Okay, okay, so he's the reason we have electricity today. I still hate mornings.

My new job was fine -- I arrived at my second job with just minutes to spare and found out my co-worker was in a tetchy mood. I tell God I want that I should be more patient, and what happens, but that I have to work with this person... Oy vey!

Yeah, so co-worker says to me, "Do you want to patrol the big building today?"

My feet hurt, and my back aches, and my asthma is acting up and I'm due for an inhaler (but can't get one til payday).

So I groan and say, "Not really."

She gives me a do-not-give-me-any-crap-because-I'm-not-in-the-mood kind of look, and says in a very no-nonsense voice: "WOULD you patrol the big building?"

Okay, I guess "no" is not an option. I sigh and leave the room. So I'll patrol the big building I guess. I tell myself it will really be fun.

I'm a bad liar. I get back to the main building five minutes late, even though I practically ran though the patrol of the large building. It wasn't fun, and I wonder if the band Weezer was a bunch of asthmatic kids that failed gym class. They sure had a lot of time on their hands. Which... I don't have.

Anyway... *ahem*, back to my tale... I'm sitting at the reception desk, penning my prolific thoughts on my blog, when the phone rings. It is that wonderful co-worker again. Did I mention she is NOT a supervisor, or any kind of supervisory position whatsoever?

She calls me and tells me to make sure I get to the dock BEFORE 5pm, so that the dock officer can be in the office by 5 and she (the one calling me) can start her patrols when she's "supposed to".

But, when I was about to leave, someone came by the reception desk and wanted to get chatty. By the time he left, it was, you guessed it 5pm, and she was NOT happy. She refused to speak to me for the next couple of hours.

I think she thought I was being evil and rude on purpose. HA!! Next time I will. I shall be evil and get the satisfaction of revenge. It's a much better feeling than being unjustly accused. I mean, if someone is going to think badly of you anyway, you might a well give them a reason. :P

And now, the warpath calleth again!!! And I go to face the warrior lady upstairs.