Just getting in from bowling. First time I’ve gone in over a month… and it showed in my scores. *sigh*

Work wasn’t Hellish tonight; of course, I wasn’t the closing supervisor, so I could be way off-base with that assessment. When I got there, there was mail to process and people to process it. This is a good thing. Then there was very little mail and too many people, so we sent some home early… then we forced others out. Shortly thereafter, we hit a nice balance of mail-to-DCOs. Life was good again. Around 10 or so, one of the sites called and said that they had 28,000 piece of high-priority “Triple R” mail that they needed us to process. *sigh* On top of this, other sites were also sharing their bounty with us. Oh, joy. We didn’t have to make anyone stay past the normally scheduled end of shift, but it looked a little off-kilter for a while.

But I’m not there now.

After work, went bowling with Jess and Scott and a couple of other friends. As I mentioned before, it had been a while since my bowling balls have seen the proverbial light of day. It showed. I’m normally a fairly consistent 150 and above bowler. Not tonight. There were two games that I had to break down and covertly use my superhuman abilities just to break 100.

Following bowling, we went to Denny’s for a bite to eat. Tonight was one of those rare ones where I wasn’t terribly hungry, so all I had was a carafe of grapefruit juice and two English muffins.

Now, I’m home and about to hit the rack… after a quick, but refreshing, trip to the shower. Oh, the joys of supervising. But the one thing that keeps me moving forward through the workday grind: The upper management staff may not be there for my workweek. Ok, ok, ok… I really do like most of the people that I work with – my managers included – but there are those times… well, you know. Don’t deny it. You know. And if you don’t know, then you may just be someone whose subordinates are saying… or NOT saying… the same things that I am. Just a thought.

Well, away to slough of the dirt and worries of the day and to wander in search of Lord Morpheus and the other denizens of The Dreaming. (SIDEBAR: Pick up a copy of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes or go to the local library, Borders or Barnes & Noble, get a copy and read it in the coffee shop.)

Peace.