Its Not on the Ceiling

So its one of those days here today. For some reason the people in or around Pella have decided to completely lose their minds, request documents they don't need, yell at secretaries at law offices, and just in general do very stupid things. Grrrrrrreeeeaaaaat. My mom hates it when I complain in my blog, but I have to do it today. Today is just plain ugly. Every hour I think of a new reason why Wes should give us the day off. He keeps hitting me in the head with a file when I ask him if we can leave. I'm not being unreasonable. I don't think I am the only one who deserves a day off. Oh no. I think we all do. I even tried a quasi-lottery game with the gumball machine at the front. I looked at Wes and told him if it gave me a black one I was going home. Of course it didn't give me a black one. Blast. What are the odds that he would have let me go home if it had?

Before some of you start panicking thinking that I am going to lose my job because I complain or am too much of a pain in the butt, please take a moment to realize I am just being my normal ridiculous self and these people that I work with are able to identify that I am just a little crazy and not being totally serious...or am I???? Please also recognize that Wes is just as much of a complainer as I am - he was sitting in his office, his lights off, feet on his desk, staring at the ceiling and asking "where is my motivation??" Its not on the ceiling. I checked. I think my motivation might be at my house...on my couch. I'd better go check.