The temperature dropped big time last night, enough that the furnace kicked on. So today has been very cool with the high in the 50's. This, of course, absolutely panics the local community of flies in the area. It happens every year and you'd think they would learn from the birds and head out to warmer climates, but noooooo.....they have to stick around and then panic when cold weather hits. A freaked out fly is one of those that fly into window glass, dive into steaming cups of coffee and try to fly into your mouth. They lose all sense of reason and must certainly be a pure embarrassment to their relatives.
So I get into work this morning and have just set my coffee down on my desk when I get dive-bombed by a fly. This continued all day long. It acted so sluggish at times but when I would go to hit it, I'd always miss it. He aggravated me all day, flying at me like a kamikaze pilot and just making a general nuisance of himself. Everyone who came into the office was batting and waving him away with complete irritation. At one point I grabbed at him and actually caught him in my hand. When I realized I had a live, gross FLY in my hand, I gasped and opened my hand and....of course, he then flew away. (I know...not the smartest move on my part) Even the maintenance guy couldn't kill him. Just before quitting time, the last time I saw him he was on the ceiling, shivering. (the fly, not the maintenance guy)
So, if its not bad enough battling a fly on crack, I then have to contend with a woman accompanied by a bunch of kids who acted like little wild people. They were running up and down the hall, in and out of offices, jumping on the waiting room chairs and just creating havoc. I could not believe that this woman didn't assert herself a little to settle them down. One of the women from another office (who reminds you of the Church Lady from SNL...remember her?) said something a bit stern and they actually calmed down for a few minutes; one of the little darlings being extremely interested in seeing how far he could get his finger up his nose. I don't even want to think about where he may (and probably did) wipe his finger. What did I do, you ask? Well, I sat in my chair and watched with a slight smile on my face, thinking of all the things I'd like to say or do but, of course, I cannot. It doesn't take much to amuse me these days.
I then calmed down a guy who was having a fit because his road wasn't graded properly and after that I re-directed a call from a woman who starts out the conversation with, "I probably have the wrong department, but - " (doncha just LOVE those kinds of calls). Took messages, did the mail and sorted faxes. All in all, not a hair-tearing kind of day except for .......the fly....and the kids who may or may not have been raised by wolves.