Where Procrastination Meets Apathy - I won't care tomorrow.

     Wowza, what a freaked up day. I come in and the first damn call of the day is a billing issue from hell. Yeah, nothing’s better then having some raving loon go off claiming we stole money out of his account and that our techs forge signatures. Great fun. Thank goodness his wife was there, my patience only goes so far. This job really makes me weep for the human race. I deal with every imbecile, whiner, and scam artist on the planet - and they all cry when I catch them in the act. *sighs* All I can say is I’m damn glad I’m not Tier One, those poor guys get all the brainless masses.
     So, besides that, we get that massive wave of calls coming in with no rhyme or reason to them. Super. Usually there’s a trend and we can set up a nice little hold message promptly explaining to our dear customers that they’re fucked, and they should do certain things to make themselves happy. Well, because there was no trend to the calls, or even a certain area this was happening, we couldn’t do that. So it’s call, call, call, call, call day. Woo. Crap.
     Lunch time and Eric suddenly decides we’re going to Sonic’s. Um, okay. He’s buying so I’m flying. What happens there? They take for friggin ever to cook my popcorn chicken, the forget it’s a combo, and don’t give me any damn dipping sauce. But that’s okay, because Eric and Andy’s food is fine. *grumbles* Bastards. I never ear there anyway, just went because Eric was buying. So because they take so long I have to haul major ass getting back to work. Yeah, my little red car power sliding around corners. It was great. All was fine and as I’m slowly pulling into my parking spot I hear a scraping noise in the back of my car. I hope to hell it was just a tumbleweed I ran over.
     Now I see here, unflavored popcorn chicken in my stomach, cold ass tea in my mug, and my yummy bagel is gone. What a day. Quick, someone gimme some lovin’.