My gosh what a day! To make matters worse, it was a ten hour day. It was one never ending brain cramp. I was forever climbing under my desk to pick up dropped stuff. Repeatedly. I mislaid papers, lost my scissors. For whatever reason, every account seemed to take twice as long. My numbers are going to be abysmal today.
Finally, it was done. I walked out of work and I was more than a little glad to be walking out of work. On the way to the car, I dropped my name badge 3 (count 'em!) times.
Tomorrow's another ten hour day.
Late Edit: And just because it was not done 'mondaying', I came home to just a flurry of spam calls. I hung up on them without comment. Next thing I know I'm getting another round of phone calls, this from folks in Mississippi of all places. Seems MY number has been showing up in their caller ID multiple times through out the night.
The first woman shrieked, "WHO IS THIS?"
Me: (a bit taken back) "You called me. I don't have any idea who I'm talking to, and I don't give out any information over the phone."
Her: "Oh yeah???!!!! Well, you've been calling me all night long and I've reported you to the police, so you have a good. f***ing day!"
Sometimes I couldn't even understand them, given the amount of mad side by side with that deep southern accent.
Not every Mississippi caller was bad news, though. I talked to two very nice people.