I turn the heat blower on in the office and in ten seconds, I'm roasting. I turn it off and thirty seconds later I'm freezing. I hate working in a steel-and-glass building.

Today is the office Christmas Games and Party. I'd like to be out there, chitchatting with the rest of the office, but I'm sitting here on hold, waiting for this morning's meeting candidate to pick up the phone. I've been sitting here for seven minutes.

If someone isn't going to be available for ten or fifteen minutes, why not just ask someone to call back? So rude.

Technically our party doesn't start until 2:30 but I assume most people will be doing very little Actual Work between now and then. Even Bossyboots showed up early (for him) and was very cheerful. I was...polite.

I've been spending too much time on the phone/using a mouse recently. My right shoulder and arm are killing me, and sitting here for nine minutes with the phone clutched between my ear and shoulder isn't helping.

I had to shut the door. The Tweenybopper was telling everyone all about how she'd have called in sick if today wasn't the party. (Me, I always assume if you're well enough to go to a party, you're well enough to go to work, but I've noticed that These Kids Today have no sense of responsibility.) Every time I listen to her, I remind myself I need to learn to moderate my own voice.

'Hold' music is bad enough when you might not like the music being played, but being forced to sit here for eleven minutes and listen to commercials really annoys me.

Finally...they came back on the line. They'll call me back in fifteen minutes.

Sheesh

Later - Okay, it's been twenty minutes and I'm still sitting here. My question is, how long should someone reasonably expect you to wait for them when you've scheduled a meeting?

It's now 33 minutes after the time our 40-minute meeting was scheduled to begin.

Much later - Okay, that was two hours ago. He just called me and asked me to call him back in 20 minutes.

Bah and Humbug.