For those of you who have been reading for awhile now, you may have noticed I have a tendency to label myself as 'intelligent'. I purposely choose to use 'intelligent' over 'smart' because I think the first word demonstrates said level of intelligence. Ego much?
Not anymore. The other night I left work promptly at 7 p.m. I was kind of annoyed because the shift itself was from 4 to 7 p.m. I muttered and complained to a few people about how I'd have to miss my son's swimming lesson and my daughter's soccer game and that it was right over supper time. Weird shift. Crappy shift. However, it went quickly enough and at 7 o'clock I trounced out of there without a care in the world.
You should know they run things on a 24 Hour clock before we go any further.
Yesterday I showed up promptly for work at 11:30 a.m. I checked the job list and noted my assigned work and then my eyes travelled to the bottom of the page where the following note was written:
'Angela, why did you only work until 7 p.m. when you were scheduled to 21:00 (9 p.m.)?'
Well, that's a good question.
So I re-checked the schedule and sure enough, there it was, plain as day, 21:00. Somewhere in this incredibly intelligent brain of mine, I turned 21:00 into 7:00 p.m.
I had noticed my co-worker, who had just arrived at 19:00 (the actual 24 hour equivalent of 7 p.m.) for his shift, looked somewhat confused when I wished him a good night and bade him farewell.
So this was my reply:
'Sorry!! I read it wrong!!'
Obviously intelligent, am I.
Luckily my supervisor was able to laugh over it and I still have a job. Short two hours pay this week that I wasn't aware I was entitled to, but that's what you get when you're as smart as I am.
Further to my intelligence and self-proclaimed maturity level, my daughter and I attended a meeting last night. In the Spring of 2012, she will be going on a trip to Europe. Germany, Italy and Switzerland to be exact. At one point, the man in charge of this excursion spoke of the 'Rathaus' in Germany. I can't even remember what exactly it is. Probably because I spent the next five minutes whispering to my daughter about how I did not want to go to the 'rat house'. And how scared I would be of a house filled with rats. And then giggling quietly to myself.
Later I proceeded to check Facebook on my phone as the meeting carried on. I am not good at sitting still and paying attention to only one thing for any length of time. I didn't have a pen and paper so I couldn't doodle, which is my usual go to activity.
So this is me, the smartest most growed-up blogger on the block, filling you in on my week so far....