Sir, You’ve Reached the Most Useless Person in the Office

I’m answering the sales line right now because the sales team is in a meeting…problem is, the sales line is getting customers complaining about not being able to get through on the tech support line.  I know nothing. Really. I’m not lying or obfuscating.  I’m just a warm body answering the phone. Unfortunately, nobody wants to believe that and they just keep yelling, asking questions and demanding that I take actions I am not authorized to take.  This pisses me off.

Moving on, after ignoring Joe’s sock for 2 days, I picked it up last night and found it was the 6 inches from the picked up stitches that I needed it to be in order to start the toe.  I can’t say I worked on it a great deal last night and this morning but I am now, in fact, making the toe and should have a completed sock by the end of the day.  The plan is to cast on the second sock immediately to ensure that Joe actually gets a pair of socks. 

Once love sock #2 is on needles after casting it on and knitting the 1st round 27 times before I can sucessfully produce an unmangled, untwisted tube, I have to get the Top Secret Knitting Project going.  No harm in 2 projects at once…right?  I’m thinking I’ll bring TSKP with me to Stitch and Bitch tomorrow night so I can get the needles I need for it and start it at the same time.

On the work front again (sorry, I’m a little scattered today — very little sleep last night), I joined Facebook yesterday because I’m completely fascinated by the idea of social networking being useful in the business world.  Although I haven’t, as of yet, found it helpful or in any way necessary (I’m on Twitter, MyRagan, LinkedIn and a bunch of Yahoo Groups as well), I do enjoy it and have gotten back in touch with a few people from college, old jobs, etc. 

The amusing part about joining Facebook was that the first person I found was my brother.  Paul is 7 years younger and far cooler than I am.  He works at a law firm by day and does stand-up comedy by night. He lives in Brooklyn. He leaps tall buildings in a single bound. He averages one return phonecall for every 7 calls made to him by a family member. 

He sent me a note on Facebook directing me to new pictures on his page with the note “I’m in the red shirt.” Now, it has been a while since we’ve all gotten together but I’m pretty sure I can still recognize someone who shares my DNA.  The pictures were interesting as you might imagine from the sample above.  He’s a friggin riot. Paul, if you’re reading, I have a pullout couch…you can always come home and hang without telling Mom and Dad.  In fact, if we can swing it mebbe we can hang with Joe and you can have the smug satisfaction of being the only member of the fam to meet him.

On that note, no, my family has not met Joe… nor have I met his mother….or anyone from Connecticut (but that’s another story).  I can’t speak for his reasons for sequestering me (although my erratic behavior may have something to do with it) but I can say, quite honestly that I am not keeping Joe from my family, I am keeping my family from Joe. Preventing this meeting for so long has been an act of love for him. My family doesn’t necessarily play fair and the jokes tend to be a little mean and aimed at your soft underbelly….or they can be fun… it all depends on the day.  Did I mention they’re insane?  Yeah, that too.  Sadly, I don’t think I can keep them at bay much longer.  They’ve been accusing me of having an imaginary boyfriend.  Have been getting offended (read: are catching on to the fact that I’m afraid of them embarrassing me) and have threatened to write me out of the will.  What’s a girl to do?

All 4 now.  Comments people, comments.  I know you folks can write.