After Hours ... feeling ranty

Well, the work day is over - I'm just here futzing about until I have to leave & catch a bus home.

The billing stuff wasn't as heart attack-inducing as I'd feared, and even though I can only do about less than half of what needs to be billed, it's a start. Tomorrow, I should be learning more of it.

In the meantime, I get to deal with stubborn producers trying to test my resolve. How many times can you tell someone "no, that's not possible" before it finally hits them? Yeah, I might still be new to this end of the business, but I've worked with you for over 5 years now, don't think I wasn't paying attention to the complaints I'd heard over time. I'm getting better about noticing when someone is trying to pull a fast one on me - thinking that because I'm still a relative babe in the woods, they can get away with more. As I say, I may be young, but I'm not dumb.

And if it's not that, it's clients that don't seem to get the meaning of the word "no". Should I find a way to explain things to you that even a young child can comprehend? What part of "that stays on your record for 3 years" aren't you hearing? Did you not hear me the first 3 times I explained that there isn't an alternative market for your policy? Don't come in here to sign anything - there's nothing to sign. Unless you want to move your business elsewhere. Then come on down and bring a pen, dammit!

*sigh* Ah well. I was thinking of swinging by the county Library for a showing of Blade Runner, then I remembered that I've never seen the film, and why the hell would I want to go to something like that - attended by film snobs - when I've never had a real desire to see the film in the first place? Am I that bored?

Besides, Sid needs more kibble. He's giving me dirty looks when I bring the carrots 'round. So I should haul ass to Target for bunny kibble - and a hell of a lot of stuff that I didn't know I needed or wanted. You know, a typical venture out to Target. ;)

Until I post again - have a great day/afternoon/evening and be well.

Home again, home again

Well, I went to Target & they were out of Sid's kibble. So it'll be another couple days of carrots & dirty looks from my little anarchist bunny.

I managed to leave without spending more than $50 - and still got quite a bit of stuff. I bought two maternity sweaters (I'm not preggers - but the sweaters are great cos they're comfy & no one knows they're maternity unless you blab to the Universe about it) for $15, some wool socks (the office is DAMN cold - gotta keep my feet warm somehow), and even got a stuffed version my fave PowerPuff Girl (Blossom - the redhead - for those playing along at home) for $1.50.

Came home, got into my PJs, made dinner (tilapia & rice) and now I'm here - hanging out & reading my friends' ljs.

Tomorrow, I get to do the whole work thing again. Wooohoooo. It'll get better - it's Wednesday. Middle of the week. Payday, too. :) A paycheck is good, since I have bills to pay - oh the joys of being a grown-up.

Before I forget - thank you and smooches to Kellie sigmaration for offering to burn a copy of the new Ladies Room CD for me. I got word of the content of one of the answering machine messages & proceeded to kick myself in the ass for letting the membership lapse! I won't say anything else about it - except that for a smut maven like me, it's a dream come true. And it's definitely going on my cell phone's voicemail. *eg*


And finally, I have a new lj friend - same name as my gal, but she spells it Kelley. So hello to kbelly55 - glad you're here! :)

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Dear Kellie -

If opening a package with your keys (instead of, say, your fingernails) makes one butch - I'd hate to think of what my method says of me. I just grab up the nearest flathead screwdriver and tear into the box that way.

And is it really butch of me to use my hammer to break up the ice in that big honkin' bag of ice in the freezer? I don't have an icepick (the whole Basic Instinct stereotype & all ... don't wanna be looked at like some icepick wielding bisexual psychokiller or anything *smirk*), and it's better than using a high-heeled shoe.

Just wondering.

Your favorite tomboy femme. :)