Day 2 - holla

So, I just discovered that I can actually update my blog from work. Somehow - miraculously, it isn't a "banned" site. It sucks, because most of the time-killing sites I love (aka The Superficial, Gmail, Facebook, etc) cannot be accessed from my work computer.

The Superficial is actually listed as "Adult/Pornographic." Since when does detailed postings of "nip slips" qualify a site as pornographic? Sheesh. The Facebook is listed as "Dating/Personals." Yeah ... like anyone would ever date the freaks that troll Facebook for relationship possibilities. Consequently, my web-surfing at work is restricted to Craigslist (), searching for apartments in Boston, Netflix (), and Wikipedia (). Luckily there's always something fun to read on Wikipedia.

So let me preface this next story with how much I LOVE my job and LOVE my co-workers. That being said; this office is about as inefficient as is possible. Par exemple: This morning, I get here at 8am, and a list that I left on my desk has been altered, after quitting time ... shit. A person in my office - who shall remain nameless - has assigned people to go pick up folders from schools that have already said they would bring them to us. Why, you might ask? Beats the hell out of me ... lemme know if you come up with an answer. So anyway, people are showing up at these schools requesting folders that are either en route to us already, or with teachers who plan on bringing them to us. So the secretaries at these schools don't know what to do when these people walk in asking for important (not to mention confidential) documents and they are nowhere to be found.

So as I'm calling schools to make sure they still have the folders before our guys get there, I'm informed that the assistant director of the entire department is asking for me on the phone. Not the person who incited this clusterf**k (still nameless), but me. She says, "Nameless said we needed them before the deadline you gave them to drop off, so I'm on my way to get it." Well Nameless had given me the G--D--- deadlines in the firstplace. Why didn't he/she just say what she/he meant the first time around? Because he/she decided not to do things the logical way, we look like effing idiots at fifteen different schools across the county. But that's okay, I'm just the guy answering the phones ... I'm just the person who looks like an idiot when people call and say, "But you said..."

Whatev.

Anyway, this new blog unrestricted funness almost makes up for the morning of frantic, apologetic, and generally ridiculous phone calls. Expect damn-near daily updates. ;)