DaylightSee the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
(I this tune whistle at my desk)
So I sit at my desk trying not to implode from the sheer stress of my project. My left over fajita lunch calming me as I type. Although it would be helpful if I had a margarita or at least a Cornoa to drink with my lunch.
Y: Anyone know where this company went to?
Pterodactyl Lady: Nope (insert explicitve) Sorry
Senor Dry Toast: Well it might have gone into...
L: How should I know.
Me: (Whilst on the phone on hold for one case, typing a note with my right hand for another, writing a note on another case with my left hand, [And yes I can write and type two seperate things at the same time, it's a gift and a curse] headphones hanging off my head, reading other blogs, and news, and making a playlist on my work PC for music to destress too. I'm a huge multitasker.) That company turned into (so and so) and then turned into (so and so) and then merged with (so and so) and eventually was acquired by (so and so).
Y: Where are they at? Do you have the number? (I instant message the number and contact info while doing all the other things.)
Pterodactyl Lady: I thought that company went into the FDIC...blah..blah..blah.
Senor Dry Toast: I don't think it did, cause...blah...blah...blah...
L: Don't ask me, I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Y: Well this case here has this document that says...blah...blah...blah..
Me: That's cause it almost went into foreclosure, and blah..blah..blah. (Customer Service rep on phone finally answers...I answer back) Yes I need to get...blah...blah..blah (Back to Y) Check the listing on the system, I think I updated it with the info. (Back to Customer Service)
Pterodactyl Lady: Man Artful, you blah...blah..blah.. How many requests...blah...blah..blah..
Me: Talking to rep on phone again.
Pterodactyl Lady: Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were talking to me.
Pterodactyl Lady: I know I didn't know he was on the phone, all multitasking, making us look bad.
Me: Just rolling my eyes.
And thus this is how this day is playing out. MTG's nanna is still in the hosptial, so I must go again after work. I feel the vein in the side of my head starting to bulge out, and I'm tempted to run down the hall screaming. So what do I do? What am I in the mood to hear? When suddenly I'm in an Andrew Lloyd Webber mood. I add Phantom of the Opera and Cats to the playlist. Ok I admit I like his stuff...a lot. I love the Phantom of the Opera, I've seen it so many times that I know it by heart.
Cats is actually a recent favorite. I've seen the show twice. First when I was little. My parents took me. And to be truthful, the people in the costumes and makeup scarred the crap out of me. I still kinda get the willies to this day. But the music, I just had to listen to. I liked it, I mean I liked it, I really did. But the people were too damn scarry. I remember (can't remember who sang it) Memory, and I knew the show wasn't that scarry after all. I saw it again a few years back, and it wasn't.....as scarry. But I still liked the music.
I think this all came about since I saw most of the Concert for Diana at MTG's friends house when in Chile. Andy Webber did several productions, and Connie Fisher's rendition of 'Memory" was amazing. So I'm listening to that right now. Just because. I don't care who's watching me enjoy my music. I need it or I'll start punching holes in walls. It's been a long day.