October 27, 1999
Our Job Doesn't Suck!
The meeting today didn't go that badly at all. Went pretty well in fact. We came out of it with a new slogan for our department. We want to have t-shirts made that say "Services Reception: Our Job Doesn't Suck!" Y'know. To improve morale.
You might have had to be there. But The Banal One of all people made that suggestion, and Jo and I nearly wet ourselves laughing. Then again, we were both sleep-deprived today and easily amused. Yeah. That's a surprise.
Still moderately stressed this week, but less so than I was yesterday. All of the work stress has evaporated for now, as I finally caught everything up today. No more spreadsheets hanging over my head. Hooray! Unfortunately, I still have approximately three stories to write and a game to plot out for this weekend. Plus I get to play hostess for the first time in my new place on Saturday. Exciting, but I'm a little stressy about it too. I always get nervous when I have people over. It's something I want to stop. I want to get comfortable with people coming over whenever to do whatever. It'll come with time and with having people over, I know.
I'm trying not to obsess over one of the new support reps. Really. That'd just be creepy, considering that I saw him for the first time today. But oh my. Cute. Reasonably tall, with strong Native American features, including the long, shiny, gorgeous black hair. Nice smile, too. A male accountant with long hair. I'm intrigued. I'm not even completely sure what his name is. He came up to my desk to borrow a marker today, and when he walked away, Jo and I both looked at each other and went, "Who is that?" I made sure to flirt a little when he brought the marker back. Unfortunately, he's too new to have any information listed in the employee directory, like oh... NAME... or marital status...
Gah. I'll stop now. I feel like I'm in high school again. Next thing you know I'll be telling Jo to give him a note telling him I like him. Or whatever.
As a frustrating sidenote, I still haven't heard back from Amelia magazine about the story I sent them back in August. I submitted to Byline at the same time. They rejected it. I had pretty high hopes for Amelia though. Ah well. We'll see. I'm just worried that their letter got lost in the mail when I moved.
That's me. If I can't find something to worry about, I'll make something up.
