Fuck. My. Life.
So Monday was just dull, nothing exciting or different happened that I can think of. But I know Monday and Tuesday I could not get a full night's sleep because the cat has insinuated on keeping me awake all night playing with the wall, scratching shit at 4am, or sleeping on my blanket or on me and not getting the hint that me kicking her means to stop... so yeah, I already started out bad here.
It all started Tuesday.
I kept getting emails the past week from a teacher who ordered a book through ILL, and I had emailed her to tell her I sent it to her through the intercampus mail. Everyday she was emailing asking "Where is it." I told her, I put it in the mail, after I stick it in the box, I DON'T KNOW where it is after that point. After 2 days that she didn't get it, I had this idea that maybe I sent it to PRIN instead of LEON, so I called the library at the other campus to see if they had it. No, they didn't have it.
So my boss tells me to call the mail and dist to see if they know what could have happened. So I call them, they said they had no record of it being sent, and to call the other campuses to see if their mail got it. First of all, they wouldn't have a log of it being sent because it was through an Interdepartmental Envelope, they only log packages. Second, LAPL is the ONLY campus that actually has a dedicated MAILROOM apparently, the other campuses just give it to whoever and they organize it and hand it out... wtf. When I called the other campuses, they don't have just ONE person handling the mail, so they didn't know. So, I look up to see where this teacher actually teaches and through out directory, she is in LAPL (my campus) which is why I originally did not mail it TO her, I had it there. When she said to send it to LEON, I just addressed it straight to her, not the Library since she is a teacher. Looking up her information on Colleague, she is not registered at teaching at LAPL, but it at LEON and PRIN, *BUT* she hasn't taught at PRIN for about a year.
Why does this matter? Because after a 2 hour battle of calling about, and talking to the lady at our mailroom a million times, she finally calls me back and says "oh hey, I called over, and PRIN has the book. They saw that she is a teacher there and they were holding it there for her to pick up." So yeah, I had sent it to PRIN out of habit (I never have to mail to LEON like ever, but always to PRIN) and they didn't think "oh she doesn't teach here this semester, I should send it to LEON." After all that mess, the mailroom lady told them to just send it to LEON and that was set.
That was just frustrating.
Then I get an email from the library director to ask for ILL statistics of how many books between these dates from which libraries (mentioned in this email) so we borrow or lend to. We don't lend really, just because we don't have anything to lend, and in all my almost 3 yrs I have been there, I have never lent anything. Well, in my access program/database thing, there isn't a way to just get that data.... so I email my boss to see if she knows how. She sends me this confuddled, clusterfuck of the database spreadsheet with 300 records... I am looking at it like.. how the FUCK am I supposed to read it first of all, and thanks a fucking lot for making it SO EASY for me to find this information. I had to make a list of the libraries and scroll through each record and find there the school names were that were mentioned in that email, and put a check mark and then email the director this rough rough bad estimate of how many books there were... which ended up not looking like many at all.
By the time I got off work, I was ready to go, and I went over to Chris' to hang out with Billy and relax. I left there, and right as I am about to get on the bridge from Calvert back to Charles, I get pulled over at midnight by a state cop. I was going 68 in a 50... the cop gives me a warning... thank god.
Wednesday comes! OH FUN.
I am driving to work, already left the house a little late. I am doing ok on time, I will get there at JUST 8:30 or so. I turn off the long ass road to La Plata, and get on the back road behind the State Cop's Barracks. A cop is driving towards me, goes past me, then makes this huge fucking u turn in the middle of the road and pulls me over... I am going 55 in a 40. FML. I know they are going to see somehow that I got a warning last night and I can't get out of it. (I swore at first he said 45, which makes sense cuz this is a short ass road and I didn't think I would be going that fast by that point... but WHATEVER) I get a $90 ticket. I am 10 minutes late.
I don't have any money as it is, but I was tempted to just write out the check and send it in to be poor, but I have NEVER gotten a speeding ticket (I got a red light ticket once) but otherwise, I don't have anything on my record... so I might go to court.
This is the beginning of my migraine. And as much as that really didn't bother me after it happened, I still teared up as I came into work... so I knew my period was starting cuz simple things were going to make me more emotional than usual.
I had a migraine for the rest of the day. Maybe it was my week, maybe it was the allergies, maybe both. I felt bad.
I finish up work, I leave. I get in my car, and I hear *pop*. Now I have a box of Sprite in my back seat. I have had boxes of Mtn. Dew in my car over the past few summers and NEVER had a problem. I look back, and I don't see anything. I get to the end of the road and hear *POP FZZZZZZZZZ* I pull over in the State Barracks parking lot to remove a spraying can of Sprite, and I dump it out. Nice...
I get back in the car, and keep on my way. Halfway down the road, another *POP FZZZZZZZZ*. God fucking dammit. There is going to be a puddle in my back seat.
I call Billy and tell him I have to go home and get a shower cuz that one can already got me all wet, so I am sticky. I get home, pull the box out of my backseat, but hey, the box is soggy and all the sodas fall out. 2 fall out of the car and literally explode, rocket out to the yard but not before it gets all on the inside of my car, and I am sitting there with Sprite dripping down my face. I drop the box... leave all the exploded cans, walk in the house and take a shower... I come out later with a wet washrag and wipe out what I can. I counted about 8 cans that had exploded, some had been emptied, possibly earlier in the day they had exploded and evaporated. about 3 or 4 didn't open themselves, but I opened them to empty them out.
Today, I was exhausted. I felt like shit. My head hurt. I had starting cramps from my period. I stayed home. Tomorrow, I will hear shit from my boss. Then I will have to make a doctor's appt to get a doctor's note. Do I tell them I just had a shitty week and need a doctor's note, or what?
It all started Tuesday.
I kept getting emails the past week from a teacher who ordered a book through ILL, and I had emailed her to tell her I sent it to her through the intercampus mail. Everyday she was emailing asking "Where is it." I told her, I put it in the mail, after I stick it in the box, I DON'T KNOW where it is after that point. After 2 days that she didn't get it, I had this idea that maybe I sent it to PRIN instead of LEON, so I called the library at the other campus to see if they had it. No, they didn't have it.
So my boss tells me to call the mail and dist to see if they know what could have happened. So I call them, they said they had no record of it being sent, and to call the other campuses to see if their mail got it. First of all, they wouldn't have a log of it being sent because it was through an Interdepartmental Envelope, they only log packages. Second, LAPL is the ONLY campus that actually has a dedicated MAILROOM apparently, the other campuses just give it to whoever and they organize it and hand it out... wtf. When I called the other campuses, they don't have just ONE person handling the mail, so they didn't know. So, I look up to see where this teacher actually teaches and through out directory, she is in LAPL (my campus) which is why I originally did not mail it TO her, I had it there. When she said to send it to LEON, I just addressed it straight to her, not the Library since she is a teacher. Looking up her information on Colleague, she is not registered at teaching at LAPL, but it at LEON and PRIN, *BUT* she hasn't taught at PRIN for about a year.
Why does this matter? Because after a 2 hour battle of calling about, and talking to the lady at our mailroom a million times, she finally calls me back and says "oh hey, I called over, and PRIN has the book. They saw that she is a teacher there and they were holding it there for her to pick up." So yeah, I had sent it to PRIN out of habit (I never have to mail to LEON like ever, but always to PRIN) and they didn't think "oh she doesn't teach here this semester, I should send it to LEON." After all that mess, the mailroom lady told them to just send it to LEON and that was set.
That was just frustrating.
Then I get an email from the library director to ask for ILL statistics of how many books between these dates from which libraries (mentioned in this email) so we borrow or lend to. We don't lend really, just because we don't have anything to lend, and in all my almost 3 yrs I have been there, I have never lent anything. Well, in my access program/database thing, there isn't a way to just get that data.... so I email my boss to see if she knows how. She sends me this confuddled, clusterfuck of the database spreadsheet with 300 records... I am looking at it like.. how the FUCK am I supposed to read it first of all, and thanks a fucking lot for making it SO EASY for me to find this information. I had to make a list of the libraries and scroll through each record and find there the school names were that were mentioned in that email, and put a check mark and then email the director this rough rough bad estimate of how many books there were... which ended up not looking like many at all.
By the time I got off work, I was ready to go, and I went over to Chris' to hang out with Billy and relax. I left there, and right as I am about to get on the bridge from Calvert back to Charles, I get pulled over at midnight by a state cop. I was going 68 in a 50... the cop gives me a warning... thank god.
Wednesday comes! OH FUN.
I am driving to work, already left the house a little late. I am doing ok on time, I will get there at JUST 8:30 or so. I turn off the long ass road to La Plata, and get on the back road behind the State Cop's Barracks. A cop is driving towards me, goes past me, then makes this huge fucking u turn in the middle of the road and pulls me over... I am going 55 in a 40. FML. I know they are going to see somehow that I got a warning last night and I can't get out of it. (I swore at first he said 45, which makes sense cuz this is a short ass road and I didn't think I would be going that fast by that point... but WHATEVER) I get a $90 ticket. I am 10 minutes late.
I don't have any money as it is, but I was tempted to just write out the check and send it in to be poor, but I have NEVER gotten a speeding ticket (I got a red light ticket once) but otherwise, I don't have anything on my record... so I might go to court.
This is the beginning of my migraine. And as much as that really didn't bother me after it happened, I still teared up as I came into work... so I knew my period was starting cuz simple things were going to make me more emotional than usual.
I had a migraine for the rest of the day. Maybe it was my week, maybe it was the allergies, maybe both. I felt bad.
I finish up work, I leave. I get in my car, and I hear *pop*. Now I have a box of Sprite in my back seat. I have had boxes of Mtn. Dew in my car over the past few summers and NEVER had a problem. I look back, and I don't see anything. I get to the end of the road and hear *POP FZZZZZZZZZ* I pull over in the State Barracks parking lot to remove a spraying can of Sprite, and I dump it out. Nice...
I get back in the car, and keep on my way. Halfway down the road, another *POP FZZZZZZZZ*. God fucking dammit. There is going to be a puddle in my back seat.
I call Billy and tell him I have to go home and get a shower cuz that one can already got me all wet, so I am sticky. I get home, pull the box out of my backseat, but hey, the box is soggy and all the sodas fall out. 2 fall out of the car and literally explode, rocket out to the yard but not before it gets all on the inside of my car, and I am sitting there with Sprite dripping down my face. I drop the box... leave all the exploded cans, walk in the house and take a shower... I come out later with a wet washrag and wipe out what I can. I counted about 8 cans that had exploded, some had been emptied, possibly earlier in the day they had exploded and evaporated. about 3 or 4 didn't open themselves, but I opened them to empty them out.
Today, I was exhausted. I felt like shit. My head hurt. I had starting cramps from my period. I stayed home. Tomorrow, I will hear shit from my boss. Then I will have to make a doctor's appt to get a doctor's note. Do I tell them I just had a shitty week and need a doctor's note, or what?