| Canadian Tuxedo Optional ( @ 2001-12-01 12:57:00 |
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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:::