It surprised even me when I realized this evening that...I like my jobs!My second job called me a few hours ago--at 8:30 tonight (while I was working at my "first" job.) Come to think of it, isn't it strange how we describe things? I'm referring to the fact that that it wasn't my "second job" that called me, but the supervisor from my second job! Anyway, that's irrelevant here and was just a thought that momentarily popped into my head. I'll be sure it pops right back out so I can proceed with my initial useless ponderings.
Which were...what? I forgot already. So...never mind. No, I'm just kidding. I was just going say that it occurred to me when my supervisor called that I really LIKE my job! "Who'd a thunk it?", as the cool people say.
In case you're wondering, the supervisor (who is awesome, by the way--Yes, that's YOU, Nate!) wanted to ask me if I would work extra hours tomorrow. I wanted to make that clear to y'all (Notice my newly acquired Southern dialect!) so you don't think my boss was calling to reprimand me. Au contraire.* I was treated to showers of accolades. Okay, Folks, you can line up for autographs right...........HERE!
You know what I just realized? I started working for this company 13 years ago THIS MONTH! October is my anniversary! Shouldn't I get a two-week vacation with a paid trip to Belize? So far, the number of people in the world who agrees with that statement totals ONE! If you didn't figure it out, Einstein, I'm referring to myself. Everyone wants more from their employment situation, and everyone has the opinion that they deserve it. And in most cases, those individuals are the only ones who do think they are getting short-changed in their employment arrangement. But...I'm digressing. (I do that a lot.) I just wanted to say that I had a revelation this evening. I realized that I actually like my jobs!It's a damn good thing, too, because at the time of this writing, it's 10:44 p.m. My coworker was supposed to be here at 10:00, which is when I would have left to go home. She called, however, and said she wasn't going to make it. Not a problem for me! I'll be spending an extra 10 hours at this job tonight. When daylight arrives, bringing (hopefully) another of my colleagues with it, I'll drive up the street to my second job where I'll begin another 8-hour work shift. This will be the 2nd weekend in a row where I've worked a straight 25-hour shift. Recently, I've been consistently working 70 hours per week.The reason my coworker can't make it in to work is because of the severe flooding in this area--a topic that would be much more interesting to any of you. I meant to write about that situation. Really. And, well, I'd like to make a promise to tell you all about it in a future posting, but truthfully, that probably would never get done. You see...I'm a procrastinator! For those of you who aren't aware, when I discuss my 2 jobs, you should know that they are actually within THE SAME COMPANY. Any hours that I work over 40 are considered overtime. This wek I'm working 80 hours in one week! I cheat. On several of those nights, I sleep at work. That explains why I'm not dead. ;-)There are lots more things I'd like to write about, but...I'm not going to. My brain cells--the remaining 7 that haven't yet realized that I am OLD and senile--are tired of working. (I left a wide opening there--but I do hear you, "When it comes to Margie, 'working brain cells' is an oxymoron!")And...yes, I purposely write about nothing, because I don't like to expose myself by sharing with the world intimate information.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Finally, the question of the day is...
If I spend 70+ hours a week at work...
- --I eat at work
- --I sleep at work
- --I watch t.v. at work
- --I shower at work
- --I type my weblogs at work ;-)
- --and sometimes, I WORK at work (but not often)
...then WHY am I paying rent for an apartment?
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*au contraire: I wanted to impress you with my French. Are you? Don't be. That's one of only 3 phrases that I know in that language.
Words of the day:
--procrastinator = margie
--loquatious = margie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wish I had my "real" camera to take "real good" pictures of the flood today. But, then, I did have to be at work anyway, so I guess it wasn't meant to be. (I absolutely hate it when people use that expression!) 
