In fact, I can't remember the last time I felt like the clock watcher at this job. Usually I'm so busy that the clock seems to jump by hours whenever I happen to get a chance to look at it (and I actually HAVE to look at it when filling out a repair "form" online). Luckily for my state of mind I've gotten a few really great customers today to counteract the assorted freaks and assholes who have been so onerous even the Manager On Duty came close to telling one to "fuck off".
I would like nothing more than to go and collapse into a pool of explosively decompressing yohannon like substance (it's creamy AND delicious!), but there's a coven gathering tonight I have a sincere need to be at as well.
This jammed neck thing is getting hard to bear. I have to figure out a way to get it shifted back into place... I wonder if Bill the Witch Doctor can squeeze me into his schedule somehow?