January 21, 2011

  • Xanga...last night didn't offer anything special, nor did anything before work this morning (unless you count the pleasant surprise of seeing Maryam Nemazee at a different time). I'm sorry, but that woman is the finest thing on television not named Tamron Hall or Richelle Carey. Above Karla Martinez, above Lisa Salters (barely), above Veronica de la Cruz...actually, the competition for #4 behind Maryam is pretty heated. Anyway, one of our more - okay, our most "involved" client was upset - and to make a long story short, the issue came down to whether I included a bill in a packet. I was pretty sure I did, as sure as I would be about any bill. Same time, I was a bit frazzled because I wasn't 100% positive I included it - couldn't be, since I didn't actively remember it. Then again, who would remember one particular part of a general task? Anyway, my supervisor had my back and told the client something. Client sent another email back but didn't repeat the thing about not having the bill. Must have somehow popped up. Oh yeah, I got paid. The HR lady (looking as good as ever) brought my check in. Direct deposit will kick in on the next check. During lunch I took the check to the bank and then went home to fix my lunch. Yes, I watched Tamron for a few minutes. Visual dessert, all I'm saying. Finished the day and then tried to fix the car when I got back here. Problem was what I thought it was, and I had it fixed for a second. Wire disconnected again when I tried to put the hose back in the door. Going to try again tomorrow. Going to get in the bed and try to stay warm for now. Later, Xanga.