It’s almost 4:00pm…this means that I have been up for almost 12 hours.

I worked the opening shift at the gym. Thankfully the Manager on Duty let me leave about a half hour early since I had an event to get to at 845 downtown.

Unfortunately, one woman dragged my day down. She rolled in at 6am. Bought some training and asked where [insert trainer here] is. We don’t keep track of them…usually they know where to meet the trainers.

So 6:05 rolls around, her appointment was at 6am. Now there’s probably one of two places the trainers are…the PT room down on the first floor or the weight room up on the third floor. I tell her he should be in one of those two places.

“Well could you page him? I don’t feel like hunting all over the gym for him.”

okay 1. it’s not all over…haul your lazy ass down the hall to see if he’s there. or haul your lazy ass up 3 flights of stairs and I’m sure he’ll be up there. 2. We don’t page trainers. We could call them but given it’s 6:05 and your appointment was at 6am? Maybe he’s finishing up with someone else.

I tell her this in much nicer tones. I tell her I can call a manager up so I do. He tells me to call said trainer on his cell. No answer.

A few minutes later he walks down the hall from the PT ROOM and informs her he was waiting in there.

See? Now would it have killed you to walk your lazy ass down the hall? No wonder you need a trainer!

Later, she comes back with her trainer, and he asked if she pulled a training ticket. I had pulled this. I double checked. “She didn’t give me one. All i got were these two receipts.”

OH. MY. GOD!

If you had looked at them you lazy whorebag, you would have seen that one was indeed your credit card receipt and one was the training ticket or *chit* as it’s called at the gym. Way to make me look back you stupid whorebag.

So that’s how my day started. This was after I rolled out of bed at 4am. And before my coworker charged me $5 for a small travel size thing of cereal. No cereal is not $5. It’s $1.50. Did he give me a refund? No. So i took another one since he couldn’t find cereal in the system and he scanned it again and it still rang up as “mini breakfast burritos” God I hate our cafe company. Douchebags.

Got out of work early to nap, head downtown, fall asleep listening to healthcare advisors of the presidential campaigns, dreamed about a new job with a better title, took a nap on the metro and then came back to work to a train wreck - an event of ours had ~35 rsvp’ed guests…for a room that holds 200. And is next Tuesday. My job? Get the word out. Is PR in my job??

I’m incredibly cranky, but that seems to be the trend out in bloggy world today. Since my cube mate (who now has a refrigerator?!?!) is MIA (i swear if he left for the day I’m going to break something) Ima…go…play some scrabulous. Because I can. And I don’t feel like doing much for the rest of the day. All 90 minutes of it.

Later? I’ll put my reviews of Gossip Girl (!!!!), meeting Jen Lancaster (!!!!!!) and The Hills (which I have not watched yet…) All of which? well…2 of the 3 at least…are quite squeee worthy. Dontcha think?