I must be getting old

Or at least getting old before my time. I find myself sitting here writing this after a frustrating, cold, pain in the ass day at work. I was scheduled for standby, in case someone called in sick (or sick of working) I pick up their work. I can almost guarantee that if I am on standby I will get a run in Bonnie Doon, an area of Edmonton that I hate. It's old, it's overhead, it generally requires wiring outlets. The customer service reps don't help matters when they seriously under book calls for time. twenty five minutes is the standard time for adding a standard definition digital box. This is still cutting it short. A high definition personal video recorder box has a lot more explaining to be done to the customer yet they are still booked for the poultry twenty five minutes. I had fifteen minutes booked for the HD PVR as well as filling out a credit contract for the purchase of the box. And they wonder why we cut corners? So after all my work was completed and filled out and handed in, I come home and have something to eat. Now I am sitting in my leather office chair, listening to some classical music whilst sipping on a gin and tonic. I may as well be wearing a smoking jacket and wearing slippers.

Take me out to the pasture and shoot me now, I've seen better days!