Last night was a wierd night.
Lots of crazy people calling The Job and even my coworkers were a little off.
Tonight, I expect more of the same, mainly because we're doing this class we hold annually for interested members of the public. This year's class is the biggest one, with thirty attendees. They come in around six and usually leave between nine and ten.
While the class is going on, I'm pretty much stuck at switchboard. The instructors don't like the phones ringing on the overhead. It's a distraction.
So, tonight I expect I'll be sitting at the switchboard, mucking around on the Internet and fending off the drunken crazies with my razor sharp wit (ha!) and bad attitude.
Still alive. - G.