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.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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?
So apparently everything and everyone can fuck off, is what I'm getting here.
Who should I sue?
Tino.
Today is my Friday, but the DH is on his way to Switzerland for two weeks (how is this fair, he doesn't even like chocolate!) so I will be running all the errands for a while. Which reminds me, we are out of milk.
Ginger, I'm sorry that you are still there, but glad you found the passwords and that Mr. Peabody is being taken care of.
There has been so much bad news at work, lately, that I may need a new career. Ideas?