Thank God for coffee

I was mostly off coffee before Christmas. I have tea bags at work, and all is well with the world. Except that someone got us a coffee maker. I haven't drunk coffee regularly since I left Erb.

Today, however, it is a godsend. I don't care if it's Folgers, I just want the damned coffee.

:::falls over:::


There are no mail bags today. This is unheard of. In living memory, there has been no work day at the Bank when there were no mailbags. Even when they're empty, they come in.

Weird.

I'll have to call to find out what happened later.

:::ETA:::

Another mail guy just came in with the bags. Turns out the regular mail guy was in a car accident and they only just found out. Yikes. I hope it's not serious. Much with the suckage for the poor mail dude.

Bleargh...

The TMI Manager seriously needs to discover the miracle of brushing one's teeth and/or using mouthwash.

I don't know what she ate this morning, but BLEAH!

drood on writing

So, as many of the fine folks on my flist know, creative writing isn't necessarily always fun. And, for the people who ask us "Why do it if you're not having fun?", my LJ friend drood has this to say on the topic.

Writing isn't just a pleasant hobby. It's what writers do.

Nothing to see here, move along...

I am tired and cranky. If I had any sense at all, I would go to bed early tonight, but knowing me I'll probably stay up writing. Gah.

I should probably put down a list of my current writing projects. The active ones, that is. I think I have more than I suspect. I'll probably do that in secret_history later on today. Just so I can get an idea of what sort of schedule (in the loosest possible sense of the word) I need to devise in order to keep my writing on track.

Actually, I haven't given up on the idea of writing a column about... something. Change, most likely. I've been hesitating ever since I got the idea, mostly because I feel vastly unqualified to be writing any sort of column. The writers I know who publish essays and columns and the like seem to me to be speaking from a position of knowledge and experience, and I have very little that resembles knowledge, let alone experience. I can only write about change as it comes to me, and only from a position of instinct rather than anything more definite than that. I'm rather afraid of short-changing anyone who ends up reading what I write in the hopes of finding something useful or insightful in there.

Enh. I'll sit on it some more and see what happens.

Did I mention tired and cranky?

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate phones? It seems to me as though I haven't bitched about them in a while. Phones are hateful contraptions that ring when you're trying to get other stuff done. We hates them, precious, yesss...

I just tried to pick up the phone in the office, but it sits right under my counter, and if I'm sitting the wrong way (ie, trying to do something else), then the receiver catches on the lip of the counter and sends the whole thing flying. Which is what happened just now.

:::sends vibes of hatred toward the phone:::

While I'm at it:

Dear Rude Bike Messenger-Guy,

Being rude is a no-no. I don't know you and you don't know me, so let's keep the discourse civilised. There is no need to "tutoyer" me, nor is there any reason for you to snap at me to sign "legibly."

I realise, of course, that you have no way of knowing what my signature looks like before I've signed. As it happens, I sign receipts in block letters. I find it annoying that you automatically assume that it won't be legible, but that's not the real issue.

The real issue is your tone and your whole attitude. There is no need to be rude, as I said, and there is certainly no need to act as though I'm wasting your time. Your time is *never* wasted serving a customer efficiently and courteously. I did not reprimand you because I'm a bitch, I did so because you are providing me with poor service, while I in turn started out by being friendly and professional.

Please assimilate this lesson before coming again, thank you.

No love,

Me

Spammy McSpamalot!

In other random, kind of amusing news, I just realized that it's a bad idea to post cryptic entries in your LJ because, apart from annoying other people, you also don't remember what the fuck you were talking about when you go back a few months (or years) later.

I amuse myself.

And yes, I'm bored. At least there's only ten more minutes left of work...