Return of the Wednesday.
Wednesday’s probably our most fired day here at Circadian Diurnal Supply. I’m not sure if it’s being the gateway to the weekend, or being the resting place of our frustrations for the early half of the week before the rest of the week arrives. Either way, it’s a tough place to be. Here we are again, on that raggedy edge.
Friday, Thanks for Coming In. Have a seat?
- Friday, you're getting a raise. And a puppy. (25%, 3 Votes)
- Friday, good work! Nice letter of rec in your file. (42%, 5 Votes)
- Friday, neither a borrower, nor a lender, are you. (17%, 2 Votes)
- Friday, your attitude needs work. Shape up, yeah? (0%, 0 Votes)
- Friday, you are an abject failure. Get lost. Or, rather, Guido and Nails will help you with that. (17%, 2 Votes)
Total Voters: 12
Loading ...One more bit of business. Major, major thanks to Andrhia who held down the fort for me while I was on vacation in Seattle. She did a great job with the place while we were gone!
Wednesday started strong, taking away the dread for this project that the other days of the week had left me with.
But the hope was quickly dashed when all progress stopped, waiting hours for available machinery, and not even having a plan B to resort to.
Wednesday, just follow the rest of the week down to the unemployment office before something bad happens.
I don’t know what to say really. It’s not that I can put my finger on a single thing today, but all day long things have been slightly off. First of all, before I even got out of bed, things went wrong when the boards on my bed fell down through the frame and I ended up lying closer to the floor than is natural when trying to doze. Then this had to be fixed, which wasn’t exactly my plan for the morning. It’s just not fair to a person to disrupt their morning before it’s even started. Bad form Wednesday, bad form.
And at lunchtime I became embroiled in trying to sort out a banking reference for my rental agency in London. But neither side was co-operating.
I don’t know Wednesday. I’m not going to fire you, things haven’t gone that far. Yet. But you really have to do better than this.
Wednesday is continuing in the same poor form as Monday and Tuesday. One would think he’d pay attention to what happened to his predecessors and put forth a little effort, but nooo, Wednesday can’t be bothered.
Just a short list of Wednesday’s failings:
- Another highly visible project should be well on its way to completion, but alas, Wednesday has seen fit to employ the method of hurry up and wait. Fail.
- My task list should be clear, but Wednesday has seen fit to try and cram more into my inbox than would seem possible. Fail.
- There was supposed to be relief from ongoing intestinal issues. As I sit here, practically doubled over in pain, I think I can safely say there has been failure.
- The traffic this morning? Are you kidding me? Fail.
- My step-dad has once again gone missing and no one can reach him. When my sister, who lives in the same damn state as him, emails -me- in a panic looking for him, well… Wednesday, just what is your damage?
Wednesday, you are the new face for EPIC FAIL in my book. Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry?
Oh, Wednesday. You are interminable, and you bring bad morning-commute drivers and inedible packed lunches. You partially made up for the lunch with a lemon bar, but that doesn’t explain the bad drivers or the general “I look at the clock every hour and only ten minutes has gone by”-ness of today. And I have dishes to wash when I get home.
You smell. And I mean that in a bad way.
Wednesday was looking rather shabby in his sweaty clothes an unkempt hair. But then he introduced me to fFantastic contraption. Wednesday is redeemed. (or else a real jerk.)