Work is bullshit, clearly.

I'm having a wardrobe semi-fiasco this morning. At the last minute, I decided my sweater and skirt was too frumpy, so switched to a button-down and cardigan. Got to work, sat down, and the buttons up the front of my skirt all gape open in a really unattractive way! Went to the bathroom and examined my options. The shirt is too long to untuck, but I can button up the cardigan half-way, and it's more or less OK. PHEW.

Gaping is not good. I have one button skirt that is all gapesville.

In a quiet house so early in the morning. I am super uninspired to DO anything.

Talk more, people. I'm starting to obsess about things like breakfast's arriving at 9 today and 6:30 yesterday. This morning, the guy just roughly pushed my laptop, book, et al to the side and plopped down the tray in a way that put hot broth 18 inches away from my mouth.

Ugh. Ginger. Not good.

I wish I had anything at all to discuss, but I feel pretty gutted this week. Simply exhausted and a bit empty.

My coffee is too hot and my breakfast burrito is too cold. Who should I sue?

Today is my Friday and my goal is no crying while at work.

My protein bar is unsatisfactory. Why do I never learn this lesson about protein bars?

Today is my Monday. I got to work this AM and someone who knew I was off yesterday scheduled a call for me at 9. Before that, someone else called. Then I had a meeting. It was after 10 before I even got to think about getting coffee.

Currently I am sitting at my desk fuming because the project manager of my main project does not think that the fact that the project is meant to be done by a position that my org hasn't even bothered to hire is not a constraint on the project. I just want to yell, "THIS IS NOT MY FUCKING JOB!" at her, but I doubt that would be productive.

Ugh. Too much to do, not enough time to do it in. Why is life so complicated?