Oog...

I am unreasonably tired today. Work was stupidly busy all day, with three or four thefts, and 211 alarms at last count. We had TWO newbies today, apart from one of my usual co-workers and myself, which meant that while the long-term guy handled the thefts, I had to hand-hold the newbies. That was interesting, since I'm pretty much a n00b myself, though less so.

n00b #1 left, and n00b #2 was supposed to be handling the alarm page, but she freaked out at one point and so I took it over, only to realize that she was about half an hour behind on all the alarms. So I spent about two hours trying to sort that out until the little Italian guy from St. Leonard came in. I've never been so happy to see him. With his help, we cleared all the alarms in about twenty minutes.

I'm learning to get along with him, as it happens. He still has opinions that make my teeth itch, and I refuse to discuss anything in depth with him, but we've reached something of an understanding about how things are going to work between us. I am cautiously optimistic.

I thought for a while that the tiredness might be due to the fact that I didn't eat until late, but it's been 45 minutes since dinner and I'm still tired, so it can't be that. I hope I'm not heading back into the Mysterious And Unexplained Case of Tired(TM) that I had in August, when I was completely wiped all the time and couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. I started work at DAH after that and was genuinely exhausted by the job, then exhausted myself again in November for NaNo, but was doing pretty well here at Boomerang. Maybe this is a case of delayed new-job-related tired.

Anyway, enough about that.

I am going home in less than three hours. Tomorrow I shall finish writing my script for Capricornucopia, and call the little man from Paradoxe to finalize the details. I think I shall also sleep in a bit.

I think I forgot my wallet at home. I hope to God that I have, because otherwise it means that A) I forgot it at toughlovemuse's home (not a bad thing, but inconvenient), or B) I've lost it somewhere, along with my brand new driver's license, all my cards, and essentially most of my financial life. Gah.


In other news, I really wonder what it is about being safely on the other end of a phone line that makes people think it's okay to be abusive with those unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of their frustrations. Seriously, folks, we're just trying to do our jobs. We are not actively trying to make your lives miserable: if you're dissatisfied with the service, kindly express it in a non-abusive fashion. Your customer service representative will not only appreciate it, but will likely go the extra mile to help you out. Cross my heart.

The government killed the overtime fairy

Y'know, as much as I like living in a socialist system, having $500 taken away from my paycheque by the government because I worked overtime still stings like a son of a bitch. Especially as I won't be seeing this tax return for a year and a half.

Meh.