Typical work day:
Stumble around the condo until coffee is made (I always think I set the timer correctly and I never do), carry it into the shower with me and stand in the hot spray sipping it until I'm awake enough to do anything else. Finish getting ready for work.
The entrance to my workplace should read "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." I spend all day paying invoices and talking to truckers on the phone who have a double digit IQ and work for a triple digit income. I also receive phone calls like this (not joking about the way it's transcribed):
Me (answering the ring): Galvan Industries.
Person: Who?
Me: Galvan Industries
Person: Who dat?
Me: ...a...galvanizing company?
Person: Someone called me from this number.
Me: Okay...sir/ma'am, if they didn't leave a message, I wouldn't know who in the office to send you to.
Person: what do you do?
Me: we galvanize steel and sell electrical products
Person: I don't know about that. Why they callin' me?
Me: I don't know. Wrong number maybe?
Person: Well they shouldn't call
Me: I apologize, I'm sure it was a wrong number.
Person: Someone's punkin' me!
Me: [sigh]
Person: [slamming down phone]
8 hours of this, and then I either go to the gym for an hour to an hour and a half afterwards, or I run to the grocery store to buy a couple ingredients for dinner that night.
Then I take the dog out. This requires digging through hair longer than my hand to find his collar, then getting pulled around by a 15lb blond ewok-looking creature who has bigger metaphorical balls than most dobermans I know. Seriously - he tried to take on one of my dad's horses.
Evenings are spent cooking, reading and talking to my boyfriend. Later in the year I'll be planting seeds.
Weekends I wake up late and spend most of the day playing Skyrim, cleaning the condo, and making a relaxing run to Target. I usually work in a walk or two with the dog then so that I get some exercise. I feel very domestic. Once it warms up again, one of those days will be devoted to photography.
Stumble around the condo until coffee is made (I always think I set the timer correctly and I never do), carry it into the shower with me and stand in the hot spray sipping it until I'm awake enough to do anything else. Finish getting ready for work.
The entrance to my workplace should read "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." I spend all day paying invoices and talking to truckers on the phone who have a double digit IQ and work for a triple digit income. I also receive phone calls like this (not joking about the way it's transcribed):
Me (answering the ring): Galvan Industries.
Person: Who?
Me: Galvan Industries
Person: Who dat?
Me: ...a...galvanizing company?
Person: Someone called me from this number.
Me: Okay...sir/ma'am, if they didn't leave a message, I wouldn't know who in the office to send you to.
Person: what do you do?
Me: we galvanize steel and sell electrical products
Person: I don't know about that. Why they callin' me?
Me: I don't know. Wrong number maybe?
Person: Well they shouldn't call
Me: I apologize, I'm sure it was a wrong number.
Person: Someone's punkin' me!
Me: [sigh]
Person: [slamming down phone]
8 hours of this, and then I either go to the gym for an hour to an hour and a half afterwards, or I run to the grocery store to buy a couple ingredients for dinner that night.
Then I take the dog out. This requires digging through hair longer than my hand to find his collar, then getting pulled around by a 15lb blond ewok-looking creature who has bigger metaphorical balls than most dobermans I know. Seriously - he tried to take on one of my dad's horses.
Evenings are spent cooking, reading and talking to my boyfriend. Later in the year I'll be planting seeds.
Weekends I wake up late and spend most of the day playing Skyrim, cleaning the condo, and making a relaxing run to Target. I usually work in a walk or two with the dog then so that I get some exercise. I feel very domestic. Once it warms up again, one of those days will be devoted to photography.
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