Well surprise, it’s a crazy day here…

Yeah, this is our slow season. This is the off season. This is the season where we can breathe and catch up from everything being so busy up until now. The real-estate market is really dead in November thru January.

Blah blah blah and other bullshit.

I believe Skittles already ranted about customer service’s schedule today. I heard Silky in the breakroom ranting about getting angry voicemails from customers she hadn’t even gotten off the phone long enough to report their problems already calling back.

I know I started the day well. Angry voice mail of my own from a customer at about 10:30 complaining that I was supposed to call her at 10am. Find out shortly after that Jonathan had made an appointment on my behalf and neglected to tell me. You’d better believe he called the customer to tell her that fact before I talked to her, too.

I finally got some crap online and sent to the North Carolina whiners. They’ll hate it, but I don’t care. Spent too long this morning trying to pretend to work out a code issue that was really just a cache issue for the customer, but they are a whiny customer and thus we couldn’t just tell them that. Of course, the account manager takes whiny as truth, so they wouldn’t believe me it was a cache issue either, so I tinkered and pulled up pages of code and typed things and Hmmmed and Hawwed for a while until he finally went away and told the customer it had to be a cache issue.

Him: remind me to tell you about the dream i had this weekend
Me: so tell me
Him: I want to tell you in person. It’s about sex so you’ll like it
Me: if it’s about you and some poor unfortunate asian chick you rescued, i’d just as soon you keep it to yourself today
Him: nope nope. no asian chicks. it’s funny, too.
Me: why didn’t you just tell me at lunch?
Him: i didn’t think it was appropriate with Ruks in the car. it’s not about her either, btw.
Me: so just tell me already if it’s so funny
Him: the thing is, it was funny, but i think there’s been too much build up now
Me: okay so don’t tell me. i’d rather you tell me something nice anyway and i dont think a funny dream about sex sounds too nice
Him: i dont know. when you take a step back, there’s not anything much funnier than two people engaged in coitus
Me: i think you’re doing something wrong. wait, you’re not doing anything, I forgot. it’s good you can laugh at what you don’t understand.

So tomorrow is our “pre-thanksgiving potluck.” I think I’m signing up to bring gravy. It’s not on the list, and I’ll be damned if I can think of anything easier. Can. Pot. Gravy.

Him: Do you think we’ll be expected to bring stuff tomorrow? The men I mean?
Ruks: So what if you’re men? You can make something.
Me: Now, Ruks, you know men who still live with their mama can’t make anything other than poptarts
Him: Fine, I’m going out to lunch