Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Do I need a vacation?
I double booked myself for Monday.
I nearly did the same for this coming Sunday.
That's the downside of having a busy social calendar. It's really a lot for a former meek girl to manage. I'm learning.
As I walked to the librarian to pay my fine for the overdue book, I halted, mid-stride upon my realization that my book is sitting in my office which is no where near the library. No problem - I'll just pick up the books being held for me. Turns out that one is "missing" and the other is mis-shelved. I'll be notified when they surface. Perfect.
Not one, but two time sheets were sent late. Deadline missed. Lots of extra work for me and payroll.
Whatev.
Now a leave request. Late.
Serious?
A second leave request. Past due.
People! Come fucking on. Do you think I give a rat's ass if you're paid? But when you have the nerve to disrupt my day with late submittals, I get testy. If I had my druthers, you'd get paid when I damn well got around to it since you couldn't be bothered to get around to it. What? Computer down? You couldn't pick up the phone?? Your problem is not mine.
Late leave requests? It just fucks things. We don't like that.
My left leg - bothering me.
My feet - jolts of surprised agony.
Bloat - yucko.
Zing Pizza tonight? Tasty.
Maybe life isn't bad. Maybe even good. Yeah, good, in fact.
S'ok. I'm ok.
Oh, and the snow this afternoon...so pretty, like a snow globe with gobs of big fluffy-coated, irregularly-shaped flakes. Gobs.
I nearly did the same for this coming Sunday.
That's the downside of having a busy social calendar. It's really a lot for a former meek girl to manage. I'm learning.
As I walked to the librarian to pay my fine for the overdue book, I halted, mid-stride upon my realization that my book is sitting in my office which is no where near the library. No problem - I'll just pick up the books being held for me. Turns out that one is "missing" and the other is mis-shelved. I'll be notified when they surface. Perfect.
Not one, but two time sheets were sent late. Deadline missed. Lots of extra work for me and payroll.
Whatev.
Now a leave request. Late.
Serious?
A second leave request. Past due.
People! Come fucking on. Do you think I give a rat's ass if you're paid? But when you have the nerve to disrupt my day with late submittals, I get testy. If I had my druthers, you'd get paid when I damn well got around to it since you couldn't be bothered to get around to it. What? Computer down? You couldn't pick up the phone?? Your problem is not mine.
Late leave requests? It just fucks things. We don't like that.
My left leg - bothering me.
My feet - jolts of surprised agony.
Bloat - yucko.
Zing Pizza tonight? Tasty.
Maybe life isn't bad. Maybe even good. Yeah, good, in fact.
S'ok. I'm ok.
Oh, and the snow this afternoon...so pretty, like a snow globe with gobs of big fluffy-coated, irregularly-shaped flakes. Gobs.
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