Happy Days

What to write, what to write. I guess I will start off with what I did today. I worked an eight hour shift today at my office location. I came in with my head held high, as I thought it was going to be an “okay” day, of course, it was not. I had a client, who was first of all late for her first appointment, that wanted to reschedule her appointment for a later time. All of our times were booked until later in the afternoon. My boss does not like the fact that we “turn away” clients, but she also does not like the fact that we schedule appointments thirty minutes apart from each other. I was in a catch twenty two. So I went to my work partner and asked her if she would help me with the situation. We both went together to tell my boss and she was completely applauded that we would ask such a question. She told us that we should know what to do and she did not know why she was answering this question. The entire time after that it seemed that I could not do anything right. Work was just awful. That is the word for it, awful. I almost feel like I do not know what to do because I do not feel like I’m doing anything wrong. I did not want any walk-ins to wait for a long period of time if I put her in, but I also did not want to make her mad. Oh well, guess you can’t make everybody happy, right? After work, I went tanning for the third time in my life. I am scared to death of getting cancer, especially skin, so I stood and asked the manager probably thirty questions about what I should do to make sure I did not get cancer. Then I came home fixed myself a glass of milk, some honey barbecue chips and typed my blog. Goodness I complain a lot in these blogs. I need to find some happy topics.