i can tell, already.
there was an over-turned garbage truck on the Garden State Parkway, causing a huge traffic snarl. it took me two hours to get to work. on the way, i was playing the Legend of Zelda on my Gameboy and shut it off without saving, after having played for the entire bus ride.
Cunty asked me what i thought of TNG and i told her point blank that if he had to run the desk by himself today, we'd be in big trouble. i felt bad for about 2 minutes, then he got here, and i realized that it's the truth.
i have this nagging fear that i've wasted the last 4 weeks training him and that i'm going to have to waste another 3 or 4 weeks training someone else...
***mid-afternoon update***
it looks like things with TNG are really up in the air. i feel like a total shit for being honest with Cunty about him. the day is looking much better, though. according to UPS Online Tracking, my MP3 player is waiting for me at home! knowing that and listening to DJ John Michael Presents: Pride (John's 3 disc celebration of Pride 2006) are the only thing pulling me through the day.
***late-afternoon update**
me and my big mouth.
TNG is moving and i'm staying where i am.
the curtian has drawn closed on this drama.
i really did waste the last 4 weeks. now he's going to waste Greasy's time.
so be it.
“Never try to teach a pig to sing; it wastes your time and it annoys the pig.”~ Robert Heinlein
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