Time to be Concerned

Today was meant to be my first day back at work after the Christmas break.

No problems, right?

it just meant that I have to get up a littler earlier than usual (ok, a lot earlier) and get myself down to the office.

Easy.

Or it should've been.

I mean, I got myself up without any problems. It was acually surprisingly easy considering how late I went to bed.

The hard part came when I thought about getting myself down to the office. I just went limp and couldn't move when I thought about it.

The thought of going back to that shitty job was just too much for me.

I really need a better job. One that doesn't fill me with dread at the thought of going in.

But I was expecting a phone call from the people in the office about mid morning to find out where the hell I am, and why I'm not in at the office.

I haven't recieved that call yet. And I don't think I'm going to.

So now I'm not sure if I even have this shitty job. I mean, what if I go into the office tomorrow and everyone asks why I'm there? That could be a little embarrassing. Not to mention a waste of my time ... ok, maybe not a waste of my time. But it will be a waste of my energy at the very least.

I guess I had better act quickly and get myself another job.

Problems With Filling Out the Contracts

So one of my leaders has decided that it's about time I learned how to properly fill out the contract forms, so that I don't mess them up so much when I'm signing up customers.

I guess that this can only be a good thing.

She asked me today what I was thinking when I wrote Appco Company instead of Appco Field.

I still don't really know what I was thinking when I wrote that. I was paranoid all day Friday that I was writing field wrong ... and how spectacularly wrong my spelling was!

But while everyone was laughing at such a stupid mistake, someone else piped up that at least I got my name right ... I guess the person who rewrote my forms wrote the wrong name; theirs instead of mine.

I laughed and declared that I'd never get my name wrong on a form, because, let's face it, that would be extremely stupid.

Yeah.

I really shouldn't have said that.

What was the one thing I messed up on the form today?

You guessed it! My name!

I realized what I had done as soon as I did it. I just looked at it, and was like, "Yeah. I'm not going to tell anyone about this." and scrunched up the now ruined form and began a new one ... this time taking ridiculous care to spell my name correctly (sad that I had to).