This week is apparently the week of time sucks. Every meeting I sit through lasts forever with no new conclusion. I have mounds of work piling up on my desk, phone calls to return, information to send. I can't seem to keep my head above water. Then this afternoon someone comes into my office to tell me that there is a rental company asking for me in the lobby. Ok, I used to work for a rental company - I know how they operate - SLOWLY. So I go meet the guy - seems nice, probably right out of college and can't find the job he really wants. I show him where to set up and tell him I will hang around until the placement of the disco ball is determined.
What's that you say? You thought I worked at a corporate conference center? Yeah, that's what I thought too. Anyway, they drag in a whole bunch of stuff and start setting up - the craps table. I think, well, the pieces are heavy and they might as well put them in place as they bring them in. Then they roll out the felt and start placing it on the table...as I'm sitting there watching them. Does anyone remember the sentence where I said I was only staying until the disco ball was up? When they start using rolled up tape to clean any lint off of the table is when I can't take it anymore and tell them to stop playing with the table and set up the disco ball so that if they need anything from me I am still there. I don't think they like me anymore. And quite frankly, I don't care...because now I am back in my office where I can get work done and complain about them on my blog.
P.S. to all my English teaching and loving friends - I do realize that the title of this post is not correct. However, it was visually pleasing to me this way.
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