Understaffed. Mortified. Pestered.

*Well, today was supposed to be my day off. Supposed. I had to go in to work on the employee schedule. Normally I'd have it done on Monday, but having lost a third of our employees (for various reasons) over the last couple weeks, well, let's just say we're boned. I also did an interview ("You have a pulse? You're hired."), and called more people to set up interviews.

*I was actually supposed to have two interviews today, the second at 4:30. I went up to the front at 4:30 to see if he had shown up. The girl there told me that no one had. While I was talking to her I noticed this goofy looking old man (one of our customers) standing there, but thought nothing of it. He looked slightly cross eyed and like his mouth was an imploding turtle beak. Since that was a washout I returned to the office. A few minutes later the girl who had been up in the front came back. She told me that after I had walked away the wizened fossil had commented on my being rather buxom. Something along the lines of "having a big set". He then apparently ripped a loud, rank fart and laughed about it before shuffling off.

*There are gnats in my kitchen. Ack! I hate gnats. Damn you summer and your bugs. So I've spent quite a bit of time today cleaning and bleaching the crap out of things. And because I'm like that, once I start I don't stop for a while.