Work Rant

Two cups of coffee, one cup of tea…one, single long day. Too long. I wish I could have one day, just one, to sit and do absolutely nothing. Catch up on endless amounts of disgusting reality tele and read books leisurely (leisurely, what does that mean?). Oh how I wish (A girl can dream, can’t she?). The Michigan snow allows me to dream of Florida; warm beaches, little frilly coconut drinks, tanning lotions that make you smell like pina coladas. I’ll just have to daydream while I dress in my eight layers to somewhat resemble the abominable snowman. My ten hour work shift gives me plenty of time to do all this dreaming. And after my endless day of work, I’m attending the most wonderful get together (sarcasm). I’ll be seeing all my old high school chums, along with plenty of med students, who will sit and discuss nothing more than gross diseases and body parts. While I sip away at one, two, three…four drinks, drunk enough to actually feel like a doctor. Smile and nod; pretend like I know what their talking about. They’ll say all those big words they’ve learned and I’ll try to add in my two cents as if I actually know what I’m saying. Most likely the alcohol will do all the talking for me, it always does. I’ve been a bit of a shopoholic lately. Purchasing shoes, clothes and bags as if my bank account was filled to the brim. But since I work as a receptionist in this itsy bitsy real estate office, my bank account is not even close to the brim. Repeating “thank you for calling Re/Max New Trend, how may I direct your call” is not going to pay for as much as I wish I could spend. Ah, I just heard the wonderful sound of someone coughing up their pleura. I just may vomit now. Speaking of work, I suppose I should get back. Continue to pretend I’m doing some important receptionist things. Us receptionists, it’s always work, work, work. Toodles, until next time.