Seeing light at the end of the tunnel

March has arrived and so has my successor at The Job.
Her name is Pam and she's going to work the day shift this week and then start working the shift with me this Sunday.
Oh joy! Oh rapturous day, ka-loo! Ka-lay!
In a few weeks, I shall be free of the night shift. Free of taking telephone calls from people who shouldn't be allowed near a telephone, let alone to use one.
And if you think I'm making mountains out of mole hills, pull up and chair and have a listen. A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from a lady who was convinced that Bill Gates and Warren Buffet were conspiring to prevent her from getting plastic surgery.
I am totally not making that up.
See? That's the kind of crazy I've had to deal with for the last few years. Is it any wonder that I cringe every time the phone rings?
But soon I shall be free!
Free, I tell you!
Still alive and a little nutty 'cause this day is just goin' on 4evah! - G.