I just don't want to go out and *look* for it. :)
It's more. I couldn't get anything done today. Well, I could because I did, but it didn't feel that way.
It wasn't just the boredom of entering listings. It was also that the phone kept ringing. While I entered listings. And copied forms. And dealt with Staples sending us a partially wrong order. And answered the shouts of "Debbie!" from various agents.
"Debbie, my email won't work."
"Debbie, how do I print in letterhead?"
"Debbie, can I get email forwarded to my aol account?"
"Debbie, my monitor won't turn on."
And my boss asking me to tell applicants that they're not getting the co-op. So they get upset at *me*, not her. And. And. And.
And no wonder I was ready to explode before my break. Because I only get the one. I eat lunch at my desk.
I want a job where I have a set amount of work to do. A job where I don't have to worry about the phone ringing. Where I have some privacy so that prayer time (2 minutes, tops) doesn't come out of my break time, and where I have time to say proper pre and after blessings for meals.
Something with computers. Something with words and numbers. Something out of the house because I won't get anything done in the house. Something without real estate agents. I was going to say without idiots, but that's not possible.
Something either parttime or with enough flexibility that I can leave early on Fridays.