well, okay, I have to mention this for
florahart:
5:57 AM Boss calls. "Has the order come in yet?" "No, not yet," I tell her. I then dredge up the Super-Sweet Receptionist Voice that I haven't had to use in years, and tell her "It's not seven yet. The order almost NEVER comes in before seven." She doesn't get mad -- guess the Voice of Cotton Candy worked -- and explains that she'll pop in before then, because she wants to get a check ready to give to them, and if it DOES come in early, give her a call, so she doesn't miss them.
Not two minutes later, the door opens, and guess what? It's the order. With our regular delivery guy, even, so I can't put it down to a new guy who's doing the route differently.
WTF, PEOPLE?So I call the boss, and she comes in, and writes the check, and really it's all fine, but I am left feeling Awfully Damned Dumb.
Also, because it's so early, none of the goodies are out of the oven yet. Usually I make sure that Delivery Guy gets a muffin or a scone. This is an easy way to ensure he'll be helpful about things like leaving fifty pound sacks of flour or sugar upstairs if I'm running low instead of taking them automatically downstairs to our storage area where I'll just have to haul them up again. In fact, regular muffins have encouraged Delivery Guy to ask first if I want anything left upstairs. He was philosophical about being too early, though.
Otherwise? It was a day. It wasn't an especially vicious day. I got the Rock Against Bush CDs mailed out after work, so,
arden_ranger,
frek, and
technomom, you ought to get them soon.
I knocked a bunch of things off the to-do list from Tuesday off yesterday, too.
And my co-worker Jen likes the soundtrack CD for "Immortal Beloved." This is good, because I am not yet tired of playing it.
shadowflyer set up crockpot lasagna for me today, following
adpaz's directions. We'll see how it comes out. It smells good. And I don't have to cook.
That's MY ever so fascinating life.