You're right...

I should be working.

And I'll get back to that in a minute.

But for now, I just need to vent about how everything always happens at once.  There are always little things at a job (even a job you love, and I love mine) that drive you crazy or aren't fun to go through.  Rude customers, confrontational situations, busy days you can't keep up with, too many phone calls, you break a piece, a kids breaks two, not enough staff to catch up, etc.

But why do so many of these things have to happen at once?  On the one hand, maybe it's better.  You get one bad day instead of several spread out.  On the other hand, it's a lot harder to let it just roll off of you when it's one thing after another.  And when it's one customer causing a slew of problems, and then more piled on top while you're still dealing with the problem machine never, ever leaving you alone, it's inescapable!

I love my job.  Very, very much.  But in every way I am counting the minutes until we close.  Michael will pick me up, I will buy the new Jasper Fforde book (One of Our Thursdays is Missing), we will go home, and I will have a glass of something boozey while eating (hopefully) delicious ribs I made in the crock pot today.

But for now, once more into the breach (soon to include girl scouts!).