Monday, August 22, 2005

8/22/05b

11:45 a.m.

Just got call number 19.

It's not even noon.

Ugh.

I think maybe this is her way of trying to get my job by calling me to death.

10 comments:

DonnaJo said...

You do realize that you jinxed yourself when you said she seemed to be pretty much on the ball.

Hang in there! Can you pass her off to Sugar?

Kitty said...

Minnie sounds like a prepubescent girl.

Maybe she really is =:O

Higgy said...

Did Minnie have any experience before this job? What was she, a coffee test-subject? Tell her to grow a spine already!

Then again, at least she's not Hummer!

Anonymous said...

"Fred, that lady in that car is back again. And she's always on the phone!"

"Maybe her car broke down. I'll go see if she needs help."

Cap'n Bob said...

I know what you mean about people afraid to make a decision. When I was in charge of our USAF squadron's vehicles we had this reservist who would come in and say, "Could you verify my dipstick readings?"

I heard you're going to be at Bouchercon. That's great. I want to meet you and thank you for the great blog.

Anonymous said...

wow, just finished reading your blog archives from the beginning. Polly, you have an amazing way with words that always touchs the heart. Plus, your funny in the cutest ways. I think I might have a crush on you. Anyway, thanks for all the great slices of your life

Anonymous said...

"Polly, I have to pee. Can I?"

"No Minnie, hold it until the end of your shift."

JD Rhoades said...

heh! Training new employees..I've been there...although I must say, it hasn't been this bad. Close, but not this bad.

Anonymous said...

"Fred, that lady in that car is STILL here. And on the phone again!"

"Well, she said her car was fine and IF I had any questions I should call the cops. But every time I call them their line is busy."

PollyME said...

Luis,

Welcome to the blog! :-) Nice to hear from you. Glad to flush you out of blurkdom.