2:28 p.m. - 2006-05-04
Last night I was a combination of tired (don't know why) and sad (again, don't know why). Today, all I want to do is nap. I KNOW I'm not pregnant, so it can't be that. Maybe it like that episode from "Bonanza" (in the 1960ís) when Hoss and Little Joe where out with the wagon, and Little Joe couldnít keep Hoss from falling asleep. They fed Hoss some kind of syrupy concoction and said the he was suffering from Spring Fever.
I loved that show. I had such a crush on big brother Adam (Pernell Roberts). Which was weird, because everyone else had a crush on Little Joe (Michael Landon).
Anyway Ė I feel like Hoss did.
My week has been hectic to say the least. Iíve moved cubicles at work, to be beside my bossí office (which just so happens to be the same cubicle I lived in for 4 years, but moved out of 2 years ago. Now Iím back.). No small feat! Now that the cubicle situation is settling in Iím back to sorting through years and years of papers that have been left to collect bugs in my new bossí office. He doesnít do well with paper. All in all I think of gone through 10-12 boxes of collected stuff. In that 10-12 boxes Iíve found over 30 fresh and/or partially used note pads (heís forever loosing his, now I see why), several unreturned phone messages from a couple of years ago, unopened mail from a year ago, and an inordinate amount of articles that heís never read that he had the best intentions of getting too. Itís a real treat this job is. Iím really getting to know that man behind the desk. Itís a good thing I like him and his family! :-)
Iím not complaining. Doing this makes me feel wanted, and needed. Iím kind of in my element. However, for the next two weeks I get to play receptionist. Our receptionist (of 14 years) is taking two weeks holidays, and Iíll be on a fact finding mission to find out what really goes on out there. Sheíll also be leaving the churches employment sometime in June, and they are taking this opportunity to completely revamp how this position has worked.
But thatís a story for another day. For now, I need to return to the dark, dingy dungeon of detestable, disremembered paper products.