Things have been so screwed up since our office move. It’s been a nightmare actually. Couple the inadequacies of Verizon’s DSL service with the technological ineptitude of my bosses and you’ll spend a pointless afternoon in the office with a computer disconnected from all networks and internet. You can’t do anything on my work computer except play solitaire. Fun! Thank goodness for wifi theft and the good sense I had this morning when I decided to bring my laptop in or else I’d be dying of boredom.

I set a new personal record on Wednesday/Thursday when I was in the office until 5:30 a.m. sending newspapers. 5 freaking 30 in the A. M.! By the time I got home and settled into bed, my alarm clock sounded making it a full 24 hours of being awake.

My boss tries to give me some heaping pile of bull that he does me the favor by giving me Thursday off since I spend such a long day here Wednesday but when you are at work for more than 22 hours, it takes longer than one day to recover. I’m so tired, nothing has helped. I practically fell asleep in the shower, I had to force my eyes open as I drove here, and now, despite my third cup of coffee, I want to just put my head down and sleep.

OK, so let’s re-cap: I am exhausted and my work computer is offline (making today completely useless). But now, here’s the doosie – my boss, God love him, put an old photo of a prominent local businessman in this week’s paper. Beneath the photo, he created a little contest: guess the businessman and you win a $50 gift certificate to a local restaurant. He wrote, “Ask for Angela!” One problem, he didn’t tell me a) that he was putting that in and b) the answer. Ten minutes ago I had an uncomfortable conversation with a caller when she asked for me and screamed the man’s name. I’m like, “whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat the hell is this lady talking about?”

Don’t you wish you worked here? Don’t cha?