Ack! Darn it! The empty-headed teen upstairs is having a party again...and the stereo being positioned, apparently, on the floor right over my bed...well, forget sleep for a while...meh, too hot in here, anyway--85 F in my little bedroom--yukky sleeping weather....strange weather actually, for late September, especially in light of the fact that just over a week and a half ago, I think, it got below freezing one night, and we had snow flurries up in the mountains--now today, it was in the mid-80's F, and bad thunderstorms and rain and very humid. Very odd, that.
But, it will be normal--weatherwise, in a day or so again. I signed up to work some overtime on Saturday--this weekend was SUPPOSED to be my last full weekend off--no chance of that now. Starting Saturday, I'm back to one day off now. But, I messed about with my schedule, and--if approved, I only work, next week, 2 hours friday, and two hours Saturday, with Sunday off....of course, to do that, I have to work four 9 hour days in a row, Monday straight through, and the other three days, the old 10-3, 5-9 split shift. Ah well, at least I won't be selling memberships, but doing collections, which is pretty easy and straight-forward, and I know the script by heart.
I don't mind working weird hours--in my lifetime, I work every sort of schedule imaginable---I've gotten to work at 4am from one type of job(s), and gotten home at 4am from others...worked 1st, 2nd, and 2rd shifts, 9-5, split shifts...last summer and early autumn, I worked 7 days a week, for over a month and a half. I mean, it's not like I have a life, is it?
But, I must say, when, health-wise, and emotionally, you're not 100% yourself, it's really a tough, working crazy hours, sometimes, let me tell you. I really feel genuinely old, of late.
Yup, next week it's back to ringing up America, coast-to-coast. Oh what a joy. I'd run away up the road aways (okay, a 150 some-odd miles up the road), to Quebec, or hop one of those frieghters down to the Port of Albany, and take off for parts unknown--but, the cats would miss me--and, truth-to-tell, I'd miss them.
Tomorrow's my last day in the business-to-business department. The company choose to hire outside help, rather than promote people already working within the company, which pretty much speaks volumes about the new chav Indian owners, I think. Anyway, they have all new people, so I'm chucked back to the slums of selling memberships and doing collections, and being a part-time, benefit-less, crap wages, chav shit-worker. I love my job, can't you tell?
I did have something really, really funny, happen today.
For the last 3 weeks, I've been shifted to the business-to-business department, getting leads for salesmen. Well, one of my jobs, is, when a number comes up bad, or I get a fax tone or whatever--is to go into the internet, and check and see if there's another listing for the company.
Well, in this case, the company I was looking up, the number on the webpage, matched the number I had, which was disconnected. So, it was a bad lead--and what advert banner appeared below the contact information for the defunct business?
"Stop chasing bad leads and list with us..."
That was too funny!!!
I mean, what are the chances of that? I just cracked up--and so did my coworkers.

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I would love to write my friends overseas--but it costs over $6 in cab fare just to go to the post office for air mail stamps, so I can't afford to go there (too far to walk).
Someone asked why I've never written a fan letter to David Tennant.
Well, for one thing, can't afford it, and for another, I doubt it would even get read--and what would I say, and why would he care what I think? I don't even live in the UK. And, truth to tell, I've not written a fan letter in decades.
But, I thought, well, since I can't write the man privately, why not just blog the letter--oh, I know he'll never read it, but, at least I'll be able to say, what I have to say, and..I save 7 dollars, in the process, ha-ha, which is 5 dollars more than I actually have, at the moment.
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Dear Mr. Tennant,
I just wanted to thank you for taking on the role of the Doctor. You have given me countless hours of joy, in your portrayal of my favourite TV character of all time.
You are one of the most versatile, deep and energetic young actors I've ever had the pleasure to watch. It's clearly obvious that you have really worked hard to perfect your craft. You seem, in the few interviews I've seen, like a charming and well-spoken gentleman.
I would also like to express my deepest sympathies in regards to your recent loss. Having lost both my parents, I know you've likely had a tough row to hoe this summer, and I am glad to see that you seem to have a lot of caring, supportive people around you.
Best wishes I extend to you as well, for your upcoming role as Hamlet. I've never had the honour of seeing it live, but I'm sure your performances in this great work, will be truly memorable.
Thanks for sharing your talent with us, N. (playwrite27)

(PS: I choose this pic especially for my new blog-friend, "Jenna.")