To Blog or Not to Blog
The husband told Devil Woman that she is out of a job by the end of January. That means I'll be able to take over and make some sense of the mess that is the office. I have never seen so much useless un-needed crap on a computer in my life. The bookmarks alone can boggle the mind. There are seven, count em, seven bookmarks alone for the postal service. Even worse, many of the now bookmarked sites end up in error pages. Then there are the blank documents that aren't blank that have someone's name or info or even a date on them. Last night, Devil woman typed up a receipt for some one and put the wrong name on it. Wouldn't have been so bad but the receipt is part of a package or contracts and papers that have the client's name on almost every page. So how come, all of a sudden, she types the wrong name. And she's on the door kick again. Not that doors are slamming but that the door that leads to the two offices on the top floor is locked during the day. That had her slamming her bag about yesterday.
The office is on the top floor of a very old building. Most of the time the only people about are us in our office and the guy next to us in his. I think it makes sense to lock that outer door. I certainly lock it when I'm in the building alone but you know the devil woman and her door thing. You should have seen the glare she gave me when I told her that I lock the door when alone. This is the same woman who doesn't want to be in the building at night so you think she would understand. Nope. Doors doors doors.
ANyhow I shook myself out of my blue mood of yesterday. I signed up a client on my own while the husband was looking at properties on the Eastern Shore. You would have thought that I had volunteered to do brain surgery on someone. Not only did I do it perfectly but in half the time it takes the husband because, while I talk to the client, I don't spend the majority of the time BSing with them. Devil woman thought she had to sign someon up in the afternoon and started in with her muttering. I told her that person had cancelled and the next one would be at 6pm and the husband would have been back by then. She's worked for him full time for three years. My tenure in the office has been sporadic but if I can sign someone up anyone should be able to. Hey I may end up being better at the job than the Husband himself. How cool would that be?
The office is on the top floor of a very old building. Most of the time the only people about are us in our office and the guy next to us in his. I think it makes sense to lock that outer door. I certainly lock it when I'm in the building alone but you know the devil woman and her door thing. You should have seen the glare she gave me when I told her that I lock the door when alone. This is the same woman who doesn't want to be in the building at night so you think she would understand. Nope. Doors doors doors.
ANyhow I shook myself out of my blue mood of yesterday. I signed up a client on my own while the husband was looking at properties on the Eastern Shore. You would have thought that I had volunteered to do brain surgery on someone. Not only did I do it perfectly but in half the time it takes the husband because, while I talk to the client, I don't spend the majority of the time BSing with them. Devil woman thought she had to sign someon up in the afternoon and started in with her muttering. I told her that person had cancelled and the next one would be at 6pm and the husband would have been back by then. She's worked for him full time for three years. My tenure in the office has been sporadic but if I can sign someone up anyone should be able to. Hey I may end up being better at the job than the Husband himself. How cool would that be?
posted by ---me--- at Wednesday, January 11, 2006
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