Bleh. Thursday. Thursdays aren’t Friday enough for me.
Kept getting woken up last night by cats in heat. Plural. Two of them, taking turns caterwauling until I roust myself from sleep enough to grab the squirt bottle and spray it in the general direction of the mrrrroooOOOW? Most of the time I just have to shake the bottle. The sound of violent sloshing is usually enough to remind them that their cacophony increases the chance of scattered showers in their immediate vicinity, so they quiet down. Sometimes they risk it though, and I must once again demonstrate my aptitude for spontaneous localized precipitation.
They have short memories when they’re in heat, though, so as a result my sleep was pretty sporadic last night, and my only consolation is that I went to bed early enough that I was still able to pull through feeling only halfway dead this morning.
And of course the phones were relatively quiet (especially for a Thursday) until I decided to start this post. It’s like how if you want it to rain, wash your car. If I want the phones to pick up, I just start posting in the MMP. :rolleyes:
Oh well – broken long weekend this weekend. Saturday and Sunday off as usual, then work Monday, and then Tuesday is Canada day. Feels kinda weird, but a day off is a day off, and I’ll take 'em where I can get 'em. 
Oh, and the Evil Ice Cream Truck is back this year – but with 75% less evil. The Song of Ultimate Annoyance – the one with the snotty “HellOOOO?” between repetitions – has been reduced merely to The Song of Minor Perturbation by the simple removal of said interstitial snottiness and return to the more familiar Plinkety Ice Cream Truck Music. He actually traveled down my work’s driveway when he saw a few of us were out on break, but no one was buying, and I’m almost positive its return trip had an air of dejection about it. In fact, when it got to the end of our driveway and turned to leave, the music was turned off, as if to say, “FINE then. I’ll just shut up, okay? I’ll just shut up and leave and maybe go and kill myself. SOB”
I also just got the oddest fax passed on to me. It’s supposedly a sales lead from a school in northern Ontario looking, I presume, to buy some educational engines. The fax came from one of the engine manufacturers themselves, as apparently this guy called them first. However, the fields (questions the customer is asked) don’t at all match the answers provided for them. To whit (my comments in italic square brackets):
No idea why they want me to follow this one up, 'cos I’m not sales, but whatever.
Anyway, I skimmed, tried to catch up, failed, wept dejectedly, consoled myself with hot buffalo wings-flavoured pretzel bits, and now I must prepare for NOL, which today will be balsamic chicken 'n mashed NOT.
I nope no one else joins the MMP whose name is a common word we use and will subsequently have to replace with another “Not Our…” acronym. 