I said Goddamn. I was all set to watch "Keen Eddie" tonight but for some reason there's a Goddamn baseball game on. What is that shit? Isn't there a sports channel or three just for that? I'm so disappointed.

Speaking of sports channels, I'd also like to announce that, according to OLN, Running with the Bulls is apparently a sport. Who knew? Apparently, if you're a real idiot and also happen to be in Spain when they let a huge herd of bulls run rampant down a narrow, walled, street, you become an instant athlete!

Here's OLN's coverage blurb:

Eight bulls are run through the streets of Pamplona to the bullring, where they will compete in that night�s bullfights. In these dangerous few minutes, anything can happen. This episode will provide comprehensive coverage of this run, as well as identify many of the personalities and characters that make this event so special.

An event so special? Personalities and characters? I watched a bit of it between Tour de France stages, and damn. I mean, damn. It's basically a bunch of idiots deliberately getting chased and mauled by bulls. Bulls that are going to be killed in a grotesque way later on. Where's the personality in that? They had commentary and everything. It went like this:

"Wow! Those bulls are really bearing down on those guys! They better run fas...whoa! That guy is getting mauled really badly! You know that must hurt!"

They do this for eight days in a row. If that's a sport, then where's my PetCo sponsorship for clipping my cats claws? Where's my gold metal for tripping down the stairs? Sheesh.

Moving On...

Sorry for the lack of updates lately. My job has become a daily, eight-hour-long anxiety dream. Holy, holy crap. You think if someone's job description was going to change drastically, that their boss would mention it was going to happen? Instead of acting like nothing's changed and I've always had an insane workload? Ha. I emailed my temp agency and asked for a damn raise.

Today, I was still busily slogging though yesterday's list of stupid loans (STOP REFINANCING YOU GREEDY BASTARDS) when Boss Lady totters up with a new list of SEVENTEEN to set up. Also, apparently the goal (my goal?) is to do 25 a day. That means in an eight hour day, I have a little less than 20 minutes to devote to each one, assuming I don't have to pee, answer the phone, or focus my eyes on the wall for a second. Really, it's an insanely impossible goal.

Wait, 20 minutes per loan might be possible if anyone else knew how to do their job. I call the fools at the Banking Center (aka, a bank. Why do they have to fancy everything up? We don't have loan officers anymore, we have Home Service Specialists. Jeez.) to request a document that they KNOW they have to send. They know they have to send it because we ask them for it every fucking time they put a loan in the system. I waste at least 20 minutes a day just making these calls.

I asked the Smug Little Punk how he does it and he looked at me blearily and said he stays late most nights. Well, fuck that shit, I say. Stay late? I don't think so. It turns out that Smug Little Punk is actually not smug or a punk, he's just had the soul sucked out of him in the six short weeks he's worked there. Dude, you're a TEMP! What's your motivation?

We had a temp meeting yesterday in which they listed all the things we were doing wrong. (I was interested, as I'd not actually been trained in any way, so it turns out I was doing most of it wrong. Oops?) After they told us all the ways we suck, they then told us how great we were: how we are so Important To The Process and how we should be Proud Of Ourselves.

Oh. Kay. Then, the boss raved about how the company is doing so well and yay! The stock went up again! We all looked at her blankly because, hi! Temps don't get stock options. She was basically thanking us for making her richer. Fantastic, lady, you're welcome.

Anyway, if "Keen Eddie" isn't on (sob), at least I have "Queer Eye For A Straight Guy" to look forward to...

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