I have little to report today. Last night I didn't screw around. I took an Ambien and went right to bed. I slept like a rock and woke up just in time to get ready for work. I feel good.
In a little while our director will be in. My manager is at the airport waiting for his flight to come in right now. The warehouse is pretty well ready for inspection, and I am more than ready to hear whatever he has to say about the state of the company and things in general. Work is busy today, which is good. We should be plenty busy the rest of the week.
I had to give written and verbal reprimand to an employee this afternoon for poor attendance. That's never a fun thing, but it had to be done. It's a shame really because he's a great worker. Sometimes it's tough being the boss.
I read some poetry this afternoon by someone who will probably be reading for our group this summer, and it was absolutely stunning. It's got me thinking. The creative juices are flowing. Now to sneak in some writing time in between work duties...