Warning: the next person who says 'good morning' in a chipper voice is going to get a pencil thrown at their head.

I normally work from 7:30 am to 4:00 pm, but for the next few days (including today) I'm coming in early because I need to train some people on third shift. Last week, a supervisor gave me a list of people to train, and I said I'd set up a schedule once I knew what days they worked and what shift. He never got back to me. I asked a couple other people for this information. I never got it. Then yesterday, the supervisor emails me a schedule and says 'train these people starting tomorrow'. At the bottom of the email it says 'your cooperation in this matter would be very much appreciated.'

Uh huh. Sure. How's this for cooperation: bite my shiny metal ass!

So I said sure, I'll train at those times. I am Flexible Woman - Hear me flex. They weren't completely awful times because the first training session was for 6:00 am, long before my meetings and conference calls and other Tuesday goings-ons. And hey, coming in early means overtime.

But waking up at 6:00 am? Sucks. Waking up early enough to be at work by 6:00 am? Double Dog Sucks.

I woke up at five, then brushed my teeth and brushed my hair (which was, weirdly enough, more ornery at 5am then it used to be when I used to wake up that early back in the days of starting work at 6am). I then changed from jammies to grownup work clothes, hopped in the car, and got here at 5:30 am. The freeways sure are nice when they're half empty.

So anyways, I was here at 5:30 am. (Okay, more like 5:34 am, but I think I'll still get the full 2 hours of OT. ) I got all prepared and shit and was ready to get my training groove on well before 6:00 am.

And the fuckers didn't show up. Grrrrrrrrrrr!

Twenty minutes later, the supervisor comes walking up all in a huff. "Sorry, debrief meeting ran late."

Whatever, dumbass. You should have known that would happen. Almost every meeting I've been to around here lasts longer than its scheduled for. You couldn't have padded your schedule times just a little bit? Gah! I guess its my own fault; I should have known there'd be an end of shift meeting. So now my Seven O'clock got pushed back to my Eight O'clock, which means I have to push back everything else!

Crap nuggets!!!

It's actually not that bad. Annoying? Hell yes. But not that big a deal. I have a lot of work to do today, sure, but I won't have to rearrange my schedule that much, I'm not that important, so its no biggie really.

I'm just cranky because I didn't get as much sleep last night as I should have. And my hair is actually sticking out in a 45 degree angle from my head. I'm afraid I might have to resort to the Mom Method and plaster it against my skull with spit. (Just as a last resort folks. Don't worry, I won't be spit spackling my head anytime soon. At least not until I go to the bathroom and see how bad it is. Or a kid walks by, sees me, and cries for his mommy.)

And I'm hungry and haven't eaten breakfast yet. I wonder if I have time to run to the vending machine. And I wonder if I have the will power to ignore the pitiful puppy dog look the hostess cupcakes are sure to shoot my way. I'll buy some crackers. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Chocolate covered crac- no! Regular crackers. Yeah. Uh huh. Sure.

Maybe I should just fill up on coffee instead. Mmmm... caffeine.