20 minutes to drive me insane ...

I have approximately 20 minutes before I go home so I'll be keeping this short and sweet.

I thought up more scary movies today. Cool ones. However, I don't think that writing up scary movies on work time is the thing to do (but journalling ... well, that's another matter) so I'll save those for tomorrow. Tomorrow is when malkovich03 is coming over. At least I think she is. We kinda, sorta talked about it at dinner the other night but we never actually made the plans. I just assumed that when it's mentioned it's going to happen.

My new boots are super cute, but dear gods! my feet are killing me today.

Which brings up topic number whatever ... and this time it's a slightly humorous work-ish story. At least I think it's funny. Today, I had three tellers working. All day. That's ridiculous. Three tellers ... 2 in the morning (plus myself, my assistant, and one of our bankers), 3 for the bulk of the day (minus lunches and breaks) and one from 5:15 to 6:00 (plus my assistant. Yes, I leave at 5. I'm a bitch!). It just makes me laugh that I'm running on branch with a skeleton crew. And I'm rocking with it! Woot!

I have yet another work dinner to go to tonight. This one is for one of the bankers who's leaving. I'll be having a drink after the week I've had. Heh. Just one, though. I still have to work tomorrow. I'm interviewing a girl and have two people from other branches coming over to help. It wouldn't be good to be all hung over and gross. Really.

I do believe that my time is nearly up. I'll be catching you on the flip side.
Out.