Rain *sigh*

Today is the fourth day it has rained and frankly I'm sick and tired of it. Rain means I have to make a ton of phone calls right when I get into work and reschedule everyone that was supposed to have work done on their lawn or trees or whatever. That's just a big pain in the ass! One guy that I had to reschedule last week and then into this week said to me that I should call God and tell him to give us one day of sunshine so that my company could go out to this guy's house and kill his weeds. It was a good suggustion except that I lost God's number. Well, that and the fact that I think he would be pissed if he new that we killed something. Come on! They're just weeds! Oh, but killing is against the rules, I get it. Sorry man.

All of these gloomy days have put me in a bad mood too! There's only so many rainy days that I person can handle. I'm about to snap! If I wanted a ton of rain I would move to Seattle, but I don't, and I think that Seattle is best left to the cast of Grey's Anatomy. Am I right. I mean, am I right? For those of you who don't watch Grey's Anatomy, you're dumb. I have both seasons on DVD and I'll come over to your house and we can have a marathon and watch all the episodes so that you're caught up for the season premier next week. Hey, that's nice of me. I probably should have said that I would come over and punch you in the face but I took the road less traveled by me...the road to nicety. (Is that a word? Well it is today!)

Last Half Hour Pfff

I've decided that the last half hour of work should be abolished! Most of the time I spend the last half hour spinning in my chair wishing it was 5 o'clock. I probably look at the clock every minute. I swear that the clock is going extra slow to just to mock me. Why do you do that clock...why?
Ok seriously, does anyone else get as annoyed at the last half hour of work as I do? I kind of wish I hadn't eaten my lunch yet. I could have stretched my sandwich out for a half hour. I did it the other day. I actually spent the last forty minutes at work cutting up my piece of delicious stuffed pizza and eating it. Now that is ridiculous! Who takes that long to eat a piece of pizza! I just wanted something to do without having to do something related to work. Does that make sense? I'm sure that makes me seem like a slacker. I'm really not one!
Well, I'm glad that I used my last half hour in a productive way...by complaining about it! Hey-oh! Seriously, it has to go...who's with me?

I'm Sorry...For What?!?

Yesterday I was given the task of writing an appology letter. I know you're probably thinking, how hard is it to say I'm sorry. It's hard man! It's especially hard when you have to write an appolgy letter for something that you didn't do. I know it's part of my "Customer Service" title but come on! Why do I have to be the one to say I'm sorry? I'm not sorry cause I didn't do anything. If someone has to write the letter it should be the person who did something...right? If I had sufficient time I would interview the person who I'm appologizing for, so that I could capture his feelings and convey them through the letter. Unfortunately, that's not an option. What do I say? I want to sound professional but not sarcastic. Maybe the person won't read the letter in a sarcastic way and I could get away with it. He doesn't know me. He doesn't know how I speak, so I could probably pull it off. No I can't. He'll see right through me. I'm doomed!

Ok, not doomed but at a loss for words. Maybe I should keep it short and sweet. Would it be wrong to use a huge font and type out "SORRY" with a lollipop attached to it? Everyone likes candy. With my luck the guy will be diabetic and insulted by the fact that I attached a delicious, sugary treat that he can't have. Maybe I'll do a yahoo search for an appology letter template. There should be someone somewhere that posted something like that online. I bet this guy is the one that posts online appology letters. He's going to know that I stole his template and that I didn't give him the proper credit. I'll probably be arrested for plagerism! Maybe I could just appologize to him for stealing his work. At least I know that that appology will come from the heart.