Gave plasma. It was evidently Cartoon Day: old Popeye (loud and disruptive to my reading), then Finding Nemo, then Shrek.
Came home. Ate, read, crashed.
Zoomed off to work.
Nice mostly-boring day at work. I wound up working 6 hours instead of the formerly-usual 4. Yay hours, anti-yay exhaustion.
I got one caller trying to convince me that this was supposed to be a phone sex call. I got another caller who lived by himself, and was somewhat bemused by the phrasing of the survey for dealing with a household with more than one person. I grinned, read it in a painfully verbatim fashion, and the guy and I cracked up together.
Wouldn't you know, I got monitored while on the phone with the guy living by himself. And I got rathed "above standard" on reading verbatim...
...good job I didn't have the Rules Lawyer Monitor for that, is all I can say, because she would have taken marks off for making the remark "You can tell my supervisor makes me read this exactly as written...", I just know it...
Came home, exhausted.
Where's supper?