I have a new supervisor. The bad thing about getting a new one is that you have to get used to someone new grading your calls. She wants us to be Chatty Cathies on the phones and connect with the customer. If someone mentions shopping, then I should say something about what a busy time of year it is or some shit. I'm not good at that. Have you ever spoken with someone and one of their lips kind of curls out? (Think Elvis but the bottom left side of the lip instead of the top.) All I could do was look at her glittery lipstick (why on earth would you draw attention so such a lip?) whenever she was over enunciating things that she felt were important because that's when the lip tries to jump off of her face. She's worked at the bank for a very short time and has never done customer service there on the phones. I've been there 6 and she was telling me shit that I already knew and I had to sit there and bob my head up and down like a sheep and pretend that she had just invented the wheel.
We got our holiday gifts at work. One of our partners is a theme park. I get a little envelope and think, "cool, theme park tickets." But no. There are 4 tickets in there to golf courses and they expire at the end of the year. And you can't combine the tickets and use them all at once to take your whole family golfing. And I don't own any motherfucking golf clubs anyway. (I used to have a driver that I'd smack toadstools with but it ran away. I need to get a new one before toadstool season.) I know you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but really, who the hell is going to be able to use these things in the next 3 weeks? The golf courses that they are to are ones that are usually booked up well in advance. Bah-humbug.
I had the weirdest dream last night. I was at my Mom's house and Old, Old Lady of the Hills lived in the house next door. (I have a lot of dreams where I'm at my childhood home.) It was late at night and she couldn't sleep so my sister and I went over to keep her company. When she fell asleep, I snooped through all of the books on her shelves and then put her records away. The odd thing was, I put the records in the freezer. I had another dream awhile back and in that dream a guy lived in the house next to my Mom's and he was Sara Sue and Cissy Strutt. And I think he could fly. Or maybe it was me that was flying. I don't remember. I also dreamt (on a different night) that Cissy was my housekeeper and she lived in the pantry. You see how half of her face is hidden in her profile photo? In my dream she was peeking around the corner of the pantry so I could only see that same portion of her face.
And when I'm not having weird dreams, I'm sucking my thumb to keep myself from clenching my teeth as I sleep.