Return of the Stupid

I actually meant to be in bed an hour ago. But instead, I'm up. See, I decided, against my better judgement, to go back to the Dunes and level Lifegnome - aka White Mage. Well, I'm stuck at 30 BLM until I can get through that fucking tunnel and I needed a change of pace from the All-Singing Buffgnome (Bard). And besides, neat spells, eventual Telewhoring, and a chance to Sneak and Invisible my way through areas I wouldn't normally touch.

( A Good Dunes Day )

I still hate my job. Twice I've been asked if I would cover phones for one of the many, many secretaries who have taken this week off (I swear, it's just me in the entire department). I told them that I wasn't au fait enough with what other people were doing to be effective in taking another secretary's calls - after all, I'm technically only there to clear a typing backlog (ha ha fucking ha). They said, and I quote, "Okay, sure, we'll try to find someone else". And that was the last I heard of it until calls for this other consultant and/or his secretary started coming in. Apparently, they decided, "Fuck it, we'll put the calls through to her anyway but we won't warn her or explain that there's no one else, oh no; that would make sense". I managed okay, but I'm still pissed off.

Still, two levels' worth of beating on goblins has helped vent the frustration. Now if my head would just stop hurting...

Oh, and meme from darkdanc3r and leopard_lady:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified!) about what people remember about you.