Rock Superstar

It was another busy day. I successfully got another package out for staffing, and I’ve got another that I think will go out tomorrow. What I’ve found out was that as soon as the other agencies in the company look at the packages it releases a ton of questions. “What does this mean? What does that mean?” We all speak English, what do you THINK it means? I’m certainly putting my business degree to work. Marketing doesn’t talk to sales. Sales doesn’t talk to the engineers. Engineers don’t talk to anyone, or they only say that it can’t be done. Accounting has conniptions about the budget. Customers don’t know who to talk to. Hell, I don’t know where to begin half the time.

I only want to do a good job so people quit bothering me. Of course I want to do a good job for the sake of doing a good job and make our customers happy, but I just want to be able to do my job.

I meant to get to the post office today to send a box of unnecessary stuff home. That didn’t happen. I just need to go right after lunch and do it, I guess. If I get back to the office I’ll get caught up in work.

The people who went to the conference should be coming back soon. Not that I know what’s going on, we’ll have to get used to more people in the office. But we have two people leaving soon. Mr. Negativity sits diagonally from me and his replacement comes in tomorrow. His real name is Phillip, and I can’t wait for him to leave. I am so sick and tired of him always saying something negative about every-freaking-thing. I’ve talked to him about it, but he says he’s negative because “it sucks here”. Whatever. He’s a volunteer just like everyone else. Howard sits right across from me. He’s going to Memphis for a month or so because we have a huge shipment moving through Memphis and he’s going to be our expediter at that site. Howard doesn’t like me because I don’t like the TV on while we work. I give a rat’s rear end. I think he’s lazy. He might be very good at what he does… I just have no idea what it is.

As I’ve been thinking about writing this blog, I’ve also been thinking about writing a book. I don’t know what kind of book I’d want to write. But I read somewhere about an author that had a goal of writing one page a day. Every day. Just one page. And for the other 22 hours of the day he did whatever else he wanted to. Usually it was working around the house and thinking about what he was going to write the next day. So every day, when he sat down, he pretty much already knew what he was going to write. If he didn’t get everything he wanted down on that one page, then he got to think about it for another day as he thought about what he was going to write the next day. I’m sure he took note on his thoughts and stuff… He knew how his story began and how he thought it was going to end, but all of the stuff in the middle was unknown until he got to it. Sometimes his books ended the way he thought they would… sometimes they did not. Sometimes the characters in his books took on lives of their own and ‘hijacked’ the plot. I thought that concept was kind of funny/cool/intriguing.

I think I could do that. That’s not too far off from what I’m doing now. I don’t know what I’d want to write about. And I wonder what one standard Microsoft Word page equals in Book pages. I think it’s a real pain to get a book published. And even harder to make money from it. But at the end of one year, have a 365 page novel. But like Mr. G used to say, “If you want to be a writer, you have to write.” That’s the hard part. I think.

That’s all I have for today. My brain hurts.