Bitching about work

You know, I hate it when work asks me to come in late. Just when you get all used to a regular, 8-5 schedule, they say they want me to come in for a late shift. So, just when I get used to being in bed by 10, I'm working til midnight. Then, I have to right away re-adjust! I ask you, how is anyone supposed to maintain sanity like this?!

But, the wretched truth of the matter is that there is nothing I can do...grin, bear it, pretend to kiss their butt, while making little dart boards with their pictures on them for target practice. Or maybe bowling with their heads on the top of the pins. Yeah, that sounds about right.

Well, I don't know if this is cool, or a hassle...I actually get a pager for work. Woohoo! And, every day, I get a horoscope. I didn't sign up for one, but it still comes, faithfully, every day. And the sad part is, it isn't even my own horoscope! It's for Libra. But, it is amusing. I would type them up here, but I turned it off last night, and I can't figure out how to get the stupid thing to come back on. I hit a button, and it dutifully informs me that it is in off mode...well, duh! I know it's off! I want it to come back on! And, of course, I lost the damn instructions, thinking that I wouldn't need them. Figures.

Well, people, that is all I have for now, your little fix on what the Raven is not doing today...namely, anything productive at all. I could always say "Nevermore" here, but that would be too predictable.