*hate*

400 clients in the queue since 8am, 1,500 people taking calls since that time. Average of 1 call per person every five minutes. You do the math.

*faceplants*

Apparently there was a system failure yesterday, which means that thousands of calls didn't get answered, which means a rush for the next week or so. *sigh*

Oh, did I mention that *today* another part of the system is down? Not one that impacts the clients, just one that makes my job *that* much harder and more unpleasant. :P

*hate*

I think I'm going to resume shipping out my C.V. Heck, Chapters isn't sounding all that bad these days, especially with the new Harry Potter coming out, they'll probably need an extra pair of hands.

Hell, even a job that would make me plant trees for the city of Montreal sounds better than what I'm doing now. At least I'd be outside and getting some sunshine and exercise. Then again, knowing me I'd probably overheat and pass out on the first day or something. Bah.

I need to find a job in which I can make my own hours. I wish I had enough energy to actually devote time to my writing and potentially make money that way, but I tend to be filled with so much self-doubt about my poor scribblings that nothing ever comes of those half-baked dreams.

Meh.

My cats are all high

Yessir, I bought a bag of catnip for them yesterday, which I was going to put into a tidy little cloth bag, but when I got home tonight the monsters had got to it already and ripped it to shreds.

Gretzky is wandering around in a daze, purring, and the other two are looking decidedly glazed over as well.

I love my kitties, and now my apartment is covered in dry catnip.