Thank god for Monday

I only say "thank god for Monday" because it means this past weekend is over.

Getting up so early on Saturday for a yard sale was bad enough. Seriously, 4:30 am was painful. Then combining it with working a five hour shift at your mother's store (a shift that was the busiest we've seen on a Saturday since before December), and what you have is one seriously exhausted individual. By the time 3:00 rolled around on Saturday I was weaving and punch-drunk.

I did manage to make it to the video store to rent a movie (keeping in mind that there'd be nothing to watch on TV Saturday night). Got In Good Company. If you haven't seen that movie yet, watch it. It was good and ended right. Plus Dennis Quaid's ass.

But anyway, I got the movie and went home. Got home and decided, nap first. So around 3:40 I crawled into bed. In the afternoon. Mom called shortly after 4, which prompted very confused conversations that I'm still not sure what we talked about, but anyway.

I woke up at 8:35 that night. *headdesk* Sign number one of exhaustion? Weaving. Sign number two? Five hour naps.

This resulted in a hideous cramp in my neck. And not being able to go back to sleep. Which sucked since I was going to church with mom in the morning. (She plays pitiful really well.)

Getting up for church? Painful. Migraine, neck cramps, overall exhaustion from too much sleep...whee!

Add in a church being too hot (900 people and they can't turn up the air a little?) and the guy that better as hell have been reciting scripture in Hebrew and then translating it (I don't do the tongues thing - it just means I'm looking for the nearest exit), and I was *ready* for church to be over.

And of course I didn't get to see the race (dang cable). *sigh* There was Jeffy/Tony feuding! Yay! Feuding! And Kyle Busch got pissy with Harvick. I swear, I love the fighting. It's funny. Except when it's teammates (that aren't Ryan Newman and Rusty Wallace). And yay Biffle! Although I am sad that Ellyut wasn't further up at the end.

I did bad porny things with my bobblehead dolls. It's seriously wrong to turn bobblehead Jimmie just so and then make him bobble. VERY porny. Especially when Kevin bobbles his enjoyment.

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"Thank you for calling Smith Angel (name changed for safety). To avoid any and all confusion, I must notify you in advance that Smith Angel is the company name. My name is not, in fact, Smith Angel. Calling me 'Angel' or 'Smith' is not necessary. How may I help you?"

"Hi, Angel, you called me?"

*headdesk*

I swear, I could give them detailed instructions and they'd STILL assume that the company name is my name. No matter that the "first name" they like to use, since it sounds like a first name, is, in fact, the second name in the company name. And that the first name, which is obviously a last name, comes...first! Although some have called me that before.

*sigh*

I...just...it's a conspiracy to drive me nuts, isn't it?

*bounce, cartwheel*

Lois and Clark has shipped! *squee*

In 5-9 days I'll have my LnC Season One!!!!

Considering I'm supposed to get Enemy Mine and Darkness today, this means *lots* of watching to do. (Although I still need to watch all of Stargate SG-1 seasons 6 and 7, plus finish season one of MacGyver. And I've still got A Chorus Line to watch. Too. Many!)

A Favor

I have a request. *does puppy eyes*

FoxSports.com has a NASCAr contest going for Sexiest Driver. The current matchup is Dale Earnhardt Jr. vs. Dale Jarrett.

Would you all run over there and vote?

For Dale Jarrett.

See, I adore Junior, but I don't think he's quite as sexy as some of the older, battle-weary drivers. Dale Jarrett is older and battle-weary. He's also very sexy in my book. Plus I desperately want to see the look on his face when the announcers tell him he's beaten Junior. (Seriously, this would be the funniest thing since Elliott Sadler did his Wookie impersonation.)

So help a fangirl out, please? *more pitiful faces*

Currently Junior and Dale Jarrett are tied with 50% of the vote each, with 1.7 million votes cast.

Two Questions

What do I have to pay someone in Hollywood for them to write a movie where Louis Gossett Jr. plays Samuel L. Jackson's father?

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Why did no one tell me JJ Abrams wrote Armageddon?

(What does this mean? That JJ should never come near me or I'll kick his shins liberally. And then spork his ass. He should be glad he wasn't the casting director or director, though. He only wrote the damn thing.)

Being moody

I just had much fun being moody and difficult.

Once every six weeks we send out a mailing to about 100 new business prospects. Does this mailing do any good? No. But it gets us out there in case the companies decide to switch agencies and keeps us top of mind. Yadda yadda, lots of technical speak.

Well, today's the day to send another one out. Our production person, who was to get me the CDs (and is in charge of making sure everyone is getting their jobs done by deadlines), has been hounding me for four days. I like her, but she's been driving me batty. It's not like I've never done a mailing before. The creative director had submitted the letter to go with the mailing. All I had to do was a mail merge on Friday, print the letters, give them to the VP to sign over the weekend (since she insisted on signing them herself). Already had the mailing labels printed. This morning would be put the labels on the envelopes, since the CDs would come in this morning to also be inserted in the envelopes. (I needed the CDs to measure weight to put on postage.)

Put on all mailing labels (only 100 to go out this time).

Still no CDs.

Stuffed all letters corresponding to mailing labels.

Still no CDs.

Went to lunch.

Came back from lunch.

Still no CDs.

Huge ass stack of mail came in that we haven't seen since Christmas. OMG. So much mail. It was honestly thigh high. No joke.

Did mail.

Made exhorbitant number of copies.

Still no CDs.

Found a CD and jewel case to use as a dummy. Printed out postage labels.

Still no CDs.

Affixed postage labels to envelopes. Just as I'm getting the *last* one done (at 4:00), in walks the guy with the CDs.

So, knowing that the CDs will need to be labeled, then put in jewel cases, then inserted in to envelopes to be sealed, I thought "Hey, get a head jump on getting CDs labeled and in jewel cases. When about half are done, call the production woman who has volunteered to help - even though it's her job - that way she isn't standing here with nothing to do."

Called her at 4:15 because 50 CDs were labeled and jewel cased. She was on the phone. Left message.

At 4:35 she wanders up. "Do you need help?" Uh, yeah? "Why didn't you call me!" "I did. You were on the phone." "Why didn't you page me?" "Left a message." All this while stuffing envelopes with the CDs that by this point are all done. I swear, there I am, stuffing like mad, and this is something that she had been hounding me because it HAD to go out today (even though technically, it doesn't - there's leeway), and she was in the back chatting.

*sigh*

On a weird note, I did find that I could label and jewel case 100 CDs in 32 minutes. That's one action every 9.6 seconds. 9.6 seconds to label, 9.6 seconds to rip open a jewel case, be struck in teh eye by flying plastic, answer the phone, and slap that puppy in the jewel case. And direct random lost people to the correct floor.

I'll be in the corner whimpering if you don't mind.