Cinnamon Home

Yesterday I walked into my house and found the smell of cinnamon. My floors were clean, my kitchen scrubed, the bathroom polished. Everything was put away, organized and dusted.

For once a month, it was so worth it. It forces me to give various other things but still.

It is worth just being able to come home and have a clean house every once in a while. Releaves a lot of stress.

Of course things at work have not improved. Today we have a rebuilt team, though it is sadly handicapped. It consistes of me, the retro receptonist secretary aka Marketing Assistant, the intern who is doing the most interesting part of my whole job, and the helper from upstairs who only comes in for two hours 3 days a week.

Today, I was forcefully reminded that I am just a receptionist even though I was hired out of that postion two years ago. While I wrote up orders, let people in and hit print for inept vps the entire company sans the office manager, and me when to the DSS training. (Yea that intern too). I actually managed to get responsiblity for some of the reports back but I have to wade through the reception crap first before I’m allowed to get to them. But if I’m not going to be allowed access to the new dss, why bother? The reports will become static and useless because these are tracking reports.

Cinderella is not my favorite princess and all of this sounds like that. It shouldn’t and it’s stupid. It’s all so stupid.

 On the website:  I’ve almost got the gallery all re-uploaded.  New images have appeared as well.  There is also a new drink recipe in the Recipe section.

When the long tally is added, it will be seen that the British nation and the English-speaking world owe far more to the vices of John than to the labours of virtuous sovereignsWinston Churchill



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