What a day

I came to work earlier than normal to have my coworker leave to get a bossman's friend's car to move it. Person parks in an unusual spot so have to page my coworker to return so I can tell her where the car is. Then I get the Queen of Sheba returning a car threatening to never rent from us again cuz the return lot was inconveinent. Whatever. What did her highness expect me to say? Something like, I walk that distance twice a day so cry your river someplace else or perhaps, go over to the company that took our closer stalls and say thanks, or even better, I'm not the one who designed these dinky airport parking lots. Sure I could have informed her that there is large glass booth nobody sees where the airport bus picks up people so she didn't have to walk. But then people complain the busues won't pick them up (but they do drop off people) as if I controlled these people. Later I realized with all this excitement, I forgot to clock in. The rest of the day was much better. If you call continuous paper jams until I desire to shoot the printer better. Now I have a date with a xmas tree. Later.