it's far too busy in this phoneroom for me to be comfortable. and by comfortable of course i mean lazy. i have a book here by augusten burroughs (the poor man's david sedaris*), and i really just want to read it. the good news is that i think i've gotten back into the flow of this job, so i don't feel like i'm constantly screwing people, which seemed like a very real possibility on monday.
i emailed my mom begging her for her pumpkin cookie recipe this morning, and i'm hoping she gets back to me before i leave here at 4. i want to go to the market and pick up what i need because the more i think about them, the more i'm fixated. i must eat those cookies very soon.
an asshole just called me. again. that makes number four in the 55 minutes i've been at work this morning. i have encountered approxiately .75 assholes at the chocolate factory in the two months i've been working there. in the six hours i was there yesterday, there were zero assholes. i guess maybe it's the being put on hold and listening to insane musac that makes everyone who calls the ticket office an enraged craze.
*i was by no means knocking mr. burroughs. i mean, i continue to purchase his books each time i discover a new one exists, so i actually really love him. he's just essentially david sedaris, without the fame and the fanfare and the sold-out spoken-word performances on campus that even i, the ticket office worker bee, couldn't get tickets to.
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