I work in the stock room of a small store in Pasadena. My manager is a fabulous 50 something Mexican woman named Herlinda, both of us Geminis, and we sit next to eachother doing our work. We constantly crack eachother up, which makes work very unworky. My biggest compaint of late has been my lack of a desk. Correction, I have a desk, but I have a bit less than a square foot to actually do any kind of work that doesn’t involve a computer (writing, filing, etc.). So, the powers that be granted me an actual desk with enough space to accomodate the 2 computers, 1 monitor, and all my random knick-knacks. The catch? I have to set it up myself.
Now, I can solve a Rubik’s Cube, so part A into slot B is no problem. Going back a step to fix it isn’t either. Taking down and setting up the computers isn’t either… usually. For some unknown reason, one of the computers has 2, yes 2, monitor ports. I didn’t notice this in my sleepless haze, and merely plugged it into the one that doesn’t work. Oh yeah, one of them didn’t work. Long story short (too late)I was at work a grand total of 13 hours yesterday. I left work at 11:30 pm. I usually stay no later than 7. My new desk is beautiful, and I want to set it on fire. I need a beer.