All Work And No Play...

...Makes BobbyG a cranky girl. (See picture below.)

Well, after posting a flurry of items on Friday, I sort of hit a dry spell. Part of the reason is, I have so many things I want to write about, I can’t decide which to do first. Then there is this overwhelming, consuming need to screen cap a certain sexy detective’s latest episode. That takes a lot of time. Then, I’ve been spending so much time blogging and fiddling around with the photos I capped that I had been neglecting my "Bobby story," and my heroine was starting to grow a wee bit “frustrated”…if you know what I’m talking about...so I had to write a few pages on that yesterday afternoon.

But the primary thing that has kept me from my blogging is that most dastardly of the four letter words…W-O-R-K. You see, we are getting ready for a program audit by the federal agency that oversees the main loan program we administer. I am the one responsible for getting us ready for that audit…plus somehow contrive to get the rest of my “regular” work done. Consequently, I brought work home with me over the weekend. I went in early this morning, worked through lunch, and brought more work home with me this evening…about three hours worth.

One of the things my department has to have is a Policy & Procedures Manual which states, in nauseating detail, every little nit-picking thing we do...from the moment a loan request walks through our door until it pays off. You’ll never guess who got to write said document. Okay, so you’re a better guesser than I thought. Gotta say, not my most creative endeavor, although I do tout it as my latest work of "fiction"…mainly because no one will pay any attention to it...especially Andy. (Remember him? Bow-tie man.) But the SBA says we have to have a manual, so have a manual we do. I am tempted to insert a line that states, “Here is our Loan Manual. No one will adhere to the policies set forth within, but you bureaucrats said we had to have a manual, so here it bloody well is.”

“Tempted” is the key word here. Though I may grouse from time to time, all things considered, I do like my job. Besides, a girl has to have a source of income with which to purchase her Bobby shirts…right Linda?

This is BobbyG when work interferes with her “me” time.

Found this on Google.