Weak

Sorry, just not getting around to the blog lately. Last week was our busiest week at work, which means more sales, which translates into a larger percentage of people who "want to speak with a supervisor" because the internet is run by witchcraft and shysters out to screw you.

There's also the general line of wackos that show up all year 'round and just have more of a presence this time of year, like the guy complaining about how Sharpie pens roll of his desk and can we fix that (and calling one of our customer service reps a F***NG C**T because we couldn't) or someone who wanted me to apologize for telling her something I didn't tell her (not fix the problem -- just put "in writing" that I told her the thing I didn't tell her) or the guy who's kid was sniffing markers and was that dangerous or why do we keep putting things on Bob's computer???????? stop!!!!!! Stop!!!!! Stop!!!! (I'm paraphrasing that one, but his name was Bob).

Anyway, we've watched portions of movies last week, but nothing substantial because sleep happens suddenly. We have managed to watch a couple of discs of Knot's Landing and, friends, scoff all you want, but that is one entertaining little program. We laugh and laugh, and the commentary by Joan Van Ark (Val) and Ted Shakelford (Gary) is priceless. (Did they get ideas for stories out of Ladies' Home Journal and Redbook? Like when Karen kills her husband?) I wish they would release the later shows, the ones with William Devane and Michelle Phillips because those are over the top fantastic.

So if people are barking at you all day and you reach that point (God knows I've reached it a few times last week) where if one more person barks at you you're going to snap --- put in a little 80's television, sit back and make it all better.