There are days

There are days that I absolutly hate my job.  This is one of those days.  I just had to dig through dusty, musty (I'm not even sure that's a word) boxes for a test report from 5 years ago.  You would think that the boxes would be in order.  Oh no, the box I needed did not follow the order of the other boxes of invoices from 2003.  It was on the very top shelf on another box.  So I had to pull that box down, luckily I didn't drop it on my head.  I wasn't about to try to get it back up there so I left it on the floor.

Does anyone care that I just had to practically take a shower to get all the muck off and that my clothes are dirty?  Nope.  My boss did make a joke that in two hours I can take an hour off.  That would be Lunchtime.  Then he joked to go ahead and take tomorrow and the next day off.

There are days.