Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down

Mondays are horrible. Rainy dreary Mondays are the worst. I don’t think I’ve ever fully woken up today. I just pray that I’m still not sleeping and right now this is a dream for me only to jolt awake due to my alarm clock and am forced to go through this Monday again. Work has been slow. In fact everything has been slow today it seems. I’ve been working on faxing a few requests for quotes out and trying to composite a lamp list for references. And no. It’s not really as much fun as I’m making it out to be.

The Dumper is officially the dumbest individual I have ever met. Ever. That or he’s a brilliant actor who only acts like this so everyone else will do the work for him. Actually, now that I’ve suggested that, I’m not sure what he is. Stupid or brilliantly Oscar worthy. He asked me how to make him a cover page. I told him that he just goes to Microsoft Word. He asked me to show him how to do it. Seriously? You go to the program and type your words in, adjusting the font size. I wasn’t instructing you how to make an atom bomb. Then he asked Linda where cheap plastic covers are and she said where the other supplies were. He of course didn’t know where that was. I’m so thankful that he’s an outside salesperson and isn’t in the office all day. I wouldn’t be able to make it if that was ever the case.

It has been raining all day and when I went home for lunch, Baxter did not approve of the weather so he didn’t do anything outside. Or inside. I’m hoping that it stops raining by the time I go home for the day so he’ll do it outside, despite what the weather is. Maybe he’ll have to go to the bathroom so bad, he won’t care what the weather is like outside.

I’m making myself dinner tonight as well. A cold rainy day outside – a home cooked meal sounds splendid. Actually, my idea of home cooked is throwing a couple pre-cooked chicken breasts into the crock pot covered in cream of mushroom soup before I go to work then cooking the rice when I get home. I really would starve without the crock-pot to feed me slightly healthy meals once in a while. One cannot live on Cheez-its and fast food alone.