There was the shouting argument the woman in front of me had on the phone with her husband about how much it was going to cost to ship the broken phone, while fedex dude and I waited. After consulting the absent partner with a lot of pissy back and forth and then deciding not to ship it after all, the woman then couldn't even choose whether she wanted to keep the box the phone was in, when the shipping guy offered her the option of just taking it away in the box. She acted like that was a consequential thing that she'd have to debate a while. I nearly snapped at her at that point, having already stood there for while the box sat on the scale for a solid 5 minutes of her not making up her mind about options and showing no compunction about making shipping dude and me wait out her crap.
Other than that, it's been a really quiet day.
I talked to Cally for a coupla minutes, finding her on the bench outside the office door, here in her last week at this place.
It's warm and humid out. On break I brought Bert's trash cans in as well as mine. Project Sleepy Haven is well underway, but the pièce de résistance won't happen until tonight at the earliest.
I looked up the accents on pièce de résistance. I can't even remember the accent on à la. I suppose I could actually learn those things, instead of looking them up all the time.
