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Saturday, December 1st, 2001

Time:10:20 am.
Mood: busy.
i was right. the sales reps are bothering me.

leave me allooooone already.

it's harder for me to slack off when they're making me work like this.
wanna dance?: step to the beat

Time:11:13 am.
Mood: hyper.
the sales reps are thoroughly fucking impressed.

i am *very* good at what i do.
wanna dance?: step to the beat

Time:12:57 pm.
Mood: hungry.
Music:the cardigans...life.
even 'tho i've been at work for nearly four hours, i really haven't gotten anything done.

it's all been about making these reps happy. i need this and i need that and i need someone to show me how to sell 'cos i can't sell a chair to save my life so i'm gonna blame my shoddy performance of my lack of materials...boo hoo hoo. all this running around just to appease the appetites of these insatiable sales reps. man, if they don't start selling soon, they're gonna be out of excuses.

thankfully, they've left me alone for a while to go and tour our warehouse.

and i'm using this free time very wisely by making yet another pointless journal entry.

oh, and i ordered pizza (nothing is too good for our esteemed guests), and, lo and behold, our order arrived incorrect. i said i wanted three large pizzas: a pepperoni and olive, a pepperoni and sausage, and a pepperoni and mushroom. know what i got? two pepperoni and mushrooms and not a single sausage in sight. damn. now i'm waiting for them to bring my pepperoni and sausage 'cos i'm sure as hell not going to fill up on the other ones.

hurry. up. please.

and it doesn't look like i'm going to be able to go home any time soon, either. oh, and it's such a lovely day outside, too. i need to breathe in some fresh air soon or else my lungs are gonna stop...um...doing whatever it is my lungs do so well...the cigarette smoke in here is killing me. and i don't mean softly.

:::rubs teary eyes:::
:::coughs:::
wanna dance?: step to the beat

Time:2:39 pm.
Mood: anxious.
i can't believe i'm still at work...

...but at least i'm on my way out.

i wonder what i should do now. should i go home or should i go shopping? hmmm...i think i'm going to put off shopping for a few more days and just go straight home.

and maybe i'll make some phone calls and see if anyone wants to go dancing with me tonight. i actually feel up to going out for once.

we shall see.

oh, and if you were the one that called me at four in the morning today, i'm so sorry i couldn't get out of bed to answer the phone. please do keep calling me at all hours of the night to wake me out of a sound sleep. i appreciate it very much.

ok, goodbye office, goodbye sales reps, hello weekend!
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