T minus 2 days and 13 hours to weekend...

ARGH! Missed Aphie last night. Really wanted to talk to her. Oh well. Wolf comes first and he needed me. He let his wolf out yesterday afternoon, in the privacy and safety of an unoccupied house. Only casualty, a cucumber salad that hadn't worked in the first place. He'll clean it up.

In a way, I envy him. I get that angry at times too, but I don't feel like I DESERVE to let my rage out. Wolf is AFRAID to unless he knows he's alone. As he put it, "My dear, when you display anger, someone is likely to say 'Have a care for your blood pressure'. When I display anger, people call the police. I am not allowed by society to get angry." Sadly true. Wolf's 5'10 and 350, built like a linebacker. Big chest and arms, short, big legs. He frightens people just by looking at them a certain way. 5'2", 95+ me...Yeah, I'm tiny. Who's going to care if a tiny woman starts screaming and throwing things? Maybe if they're in the line of fire. Still, you see my point.

I have seen wolfy Wolf. It did startle me, for about a second. Then I got angry too. Not for the display of anger, that I understood. I was furious because he did it in front of the kiddo and scared him. We slept apart that night. Haven't done it since. *grin*

No, I don't blame him for venting. It's healthy and there's no damage. I dealt 4 shoes of blackjack for him (the source of the frustration was the computer bj simulation) and he regained a little bit of faith in himself. We need another deck of cards so I can deal poker Saturday night too.

In happier news, the kiddo used the potty this morning with absolutely NO prompting on my part! *cheers, throws glitter* He just hopped up and went. I'm so proud!

Atypical Wednesday.

Actually, considering the insanity of the previous two days, I really shouldn't be surprised. Good news was that I got a paid break for a department meeting. You know, those times where you sit in a cold conference room, with or without food, and find out who the whiners are in your group. Ours has two, plus two who must re-state everything twice to make sure they understand. Who's wasting time again?

When the meeting breaks up for food, I go back to the phones, intending to give our relief guy some relief. There's six calls sitting in queue. I hop on. Fifteen minutes and another 5 call queue later, the other chicky lets us both go eat. When I get there, everyone who brought food has already taken it back to their desks. Wander the unit poking my nose into cubes? Eh heh. NO! That's too much like begging for my tastes, not to mention a little rude. What, you couldn't just leave the food in the conference room for another fifteen minutes? Only thing left was some dip and some cherries. I helped myself to those, a little ticked at the situation. Ok, so I'm a lot ticked. It looked rude to me, not giving the Message Center girl a chance to eat because she was doing her job. Especially not even leaving her a plate so she could make the rounds if she wanted to. Aren't you lucky I brought my lunch?

*spits out cherry pit*

I think I'm still going to go buy juice. I've got a lovely little sinus infection working in me head and I need the Vitamin C.

Holiday? I need a word up if you've got one. Crunch time comin'. Thanks, Doc.

Cluster, cluster, cluster

fuck, fuck, fuck. That is what this phone has been doing all damned day. Clusters of calls, at least two an hour, each cluster taking at least 10 minutes to clear through. So, that's a minimum of 20 minutes per hour that I'm doing nothing but cycling through calls. Then, in the spare 40 minutes, I get the one-by-one-by-one calls. I'd average about 5-10 minutes per hour, since 930 this morning, to get anything else done.

Needless to say, the stuff Mia (my new nick for her) gave me at 925 did not get done. Neither did half the stuff she gave me at 330 because she was rushing off to help some adjusters. Didn't help that she wasn't clear on what was needed before she scampered away. She came back during one of the clusterfucks, then told me how to do what she needed. No, I asked WHAT, not how. I know how. I needed confirmation that was what you needed. Then, at 415, she comes over and tells me again what she needs. *screechs* If you need something done NOW, by gods SAY SO!!! Otherwise I won't know and I'll continue on my time-sensitive stuff. Can I get it done? Depends on the calls and the fact I have all of this paperwork to do. If you have time, by all means, go right ahead. So she took the stuff from this morning and this afternoon and disappeared.

*gets a rude customer* I'm lovely? Why, thank you! Not my damned fault your claim is in KS. You have to deal with them, we can't do anything. Are they closed? I don't know. I thought they were open another half hour, but I could be wrong. Bitch.

Yeah, Queenie's pissy right now. Can't get anything done.