Why I Hate Snooze Alarms

I hit the snooze button this morning, then turned on the coffee pot, cranked up the heat and got back under the covers to wait for the coffee to brew.  I was just feeling sleepy when the alarm went off again.  Getting up this time was harder than the first.  I think next time I'll just stay up.

Okay, so yesterday was day 2 of work.  Here's how the day went:

  9:04  Larry, our trainer has a 9 o'clock conference call.  James takes   
           his place.
  9:05  James needs to be on the conference call, too.  One of the clerks
           takes his place.  We hear for the 187th time that working overtime
           without prior approval is a fire-able offense.
  9:10  A 15 minute break is announced.  Objections are raised from the group. 
          Can't we just get through something?
  9:13  Other people in the group want to have a break.  There is a mad dash
           next door to the Dollar Store.  I think we are keeping them in business.
  9:28  People have come back into the room with yellow bags filled with chips,
           sodas, and energy drinks.  We start with payroll.  The script is obviously
           for supervisors, instructing them of the importance of signing off on time
           sheets in a timely fashion. 
  9:43  A late-comer arrives.  She forgot her book.  We wait while the clerk-
           trainer finds a book.
  9:48  Larry returns.  He calls out page numbers to us so we can follow   
           along.  We don't have those pages.  He says, "Just listen then."  The
           dry jargon is virtually meaningless without having anything visual to
           make a connection.  I am sitting in a Charlie Brown cartoon,
           listening to the teacher saying, "Wa wa wa."
10:14  We break.
10:30  We resume.  Larry goes over the attributes listed on the white
           board in the room and asks for definitions of the words, words
           like knowledgeable, intelligent, professional, trustworthy, and
           organized.
11:50  We break for lunch.
12:50  We return.  Jan from recruiting takes over.
  1:30  Jan realizes that we don't have the training materials we need. 
           I learn some new words like "clusterfucation" and new phrases    
           like "I'm breathin' in Jesus and breathin' out peace." 
  1:36  We take a break.
  2:06  Copies of training materials have been made and distributed.
           We have a clue.

Okay, I've got to get going, so I'll make this short.  I'm happy with what I got done after I got home yesterday.  I kept up with everything, did not leave anything dragging.  And I cooked, baked some muffins, and ironed some clothes.  It's not a grand list of accomplishments, but it's a good start.

One more thing I learned today:  "You're looking for sense out of census.  You're looking in the wrong spot."

From birth to age 18, a girl needs good parents, from 18 to 35 she needs good looks, from 35 to 55 she needs a good personality, and from 55 on she needs cash.  ~~Sophie Tucker