Knocked Out

My new role is kicking my ass. I have so much to learn and I'm trying as best I can to learn on my own, but it's been long days, no lunches and neverending thus far. I'm spent when I get home and last night I was asleep at 10:30 PM. I don't think I've gone to bed that early willingly since I was 7 years old.

I am kind of happy with my team now though. I have a ton of people that are career minded and really want to work hard which is nice. I think overall they are starting to respect me and get me a little more each day. My number one star is a lovely young mother of two named Melissa who is so much like my sister Crystal it's kind of scary. Melissa is 5 feet of determination and has one of each at home just like my sis. Working with a clone of Crystal makes me homesick but happy all at once. A lot of my team are young mothers, some in bad marriages or going through divorces, so they are opening me up to a side of life that I'm not used to dealing with. I have to remember kids names instead of boyfriends names like in Philly.

Aside from working until I'm exhausted, I am still attempting to contact someone at the moving company that a) can tell me where my shit is and b) gives a rat's ass about my stuff. Today I talked to a guy who transferred me into a voicemail box. I have been emailing, leaving messages on voicemail and no one is getting back to me. My message today indicated that if I don't hear back by 5 PM tomorrow with a resolution I am taking police action. Which essentially means I'm getting Crystal's husband Jim to call and rattle some cages. Having a cop in the family comes in handy sometimes. Considering I'm planning a trip to visit my sister and her family at my Dad's in VA this weekend, I kind of need to know when my stuff is coming, if it's coming at all. With my luck I'll coax them into rushing shit down here so that they want to deliver it this weekend and I'll have to scrap my vacation.

In closing I want to say that in the midst of all the bullshit I had to deal with today I got a text message from my friend Katie in Philly related to an order she placed with our website. The message read as follows "Get my order to ship and I'll show you my knockers." It was just what I needed. God I miss that chick.