that only rainy quiet weekend mornings can be: cool
and wet outside, and just warm and slightly humid
enough inside, with all noises just slightly muted.
I mixed up a pitcher of espresso/chocolate ice
cream/milk blended beverage, and it's currently
sitting in the supervisors' break room refrigerator.
Since I'm a lactard who doesn't know where her pills
are, my digestion is regretting the cup I drank. It
tastes good, though.
The bond is on this morning, providing a good
50% of the hazy warm Saturday morning feel. My
co-workers are probably wondering what's making me
smile like this. Somehow I think many of them are
insufficiently esoteric to appreciate any explanation
I could give past "It feels like my best friend is
thinking of me this morning." Even though it doesn't
feel quite like he's thinking of me, it just feels
like he doesn't have to have his professional face on
and he's relaxing and happy.
My coffee has been duly appreciated. Stressy College
Chick Shift Ops Super and Short Chick Super said it
was good. *grin*
The general feeling of well-being is overriding my
worries of earlier this morning. I'll talk to the
person who will be training me as a supervisor about
my concerns, and I hope everything will go well.
I'm still skeeved out by the phone goon who seems to
be hitting on me. Stressy College Chick Super is
witness to the fact that he was wanting to know if it
was me when she answered the phone and told him that
no, he had to call the actual attendance line to call
in. Note to phone goon: you hitting on your
supervisors goes over a lot better if you actually
BOTHER TO SHOW UP FOR YOUR SCHEDULED SHIFTS.
Otherwise, we just think you're a pathetic schmoozer.