Yesterday I was having second thoughts about the joys of returning to work. It was a day from hell, and a Monday to boot. It all started with a call from Accounting. The system they use for receiving is not user friendly, and someone screwed up probably me. Anyway I spent an hour on the phone with them trying to find the bug, and finally they just decided to use a new Purchase Order and void the old one out, which would have be nice if they would have done this in the first place. My six hour day turned into seven with no lunch; good I had my Cheerios and snack crackers. It took the extra hour to cover all my bases, and I will probably walk into a mess on Thursday. It seems if Mondays go bad the week follows suit. Today my neck and back are very sore so I must have really been tensed up. Oh well a couple of days to rest up, and things are not all that bad just what you make of them. If I feel I am to old to do this, I will be, and I plan on dieing with my boots on. So, what will be, will be.
Happy Birthday yesterday, to our little Abigail now 2.
Happy Birthday today, to Blaike his 25th.
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I understand exactly what you mean, if Monday goes wrong it kind of sets the motion for the rest of the week. But if everything always run smoothly, what would be the reason for getting up in the morning. What a boring life that would be...
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