On Vox: Note to self: bring garden hose to work tomorrow
I worked until 7 tonight. What with the flames licking at my heels all day I needed two hours of uninterrupted clean the shit off my desk time. The boss had leaned his head over the cubicle wall at around 2 wanting to know what all of the low grade Tourettic cursing was all about - and to say that we were all allowed to go home at 4 because of Halloween.
As if. I'm drowning. I'm drowning so hard and so deep, it's mind blowing. But I made a list of what I'm working on and huh, it turns out I'm doing the work of two full time employees right now. I must remember to ask for a raise.
My boss also heard me responding to a coworker who came in to tell me that my name had been bandied about quite liberally at a meeting she had just come out of accompanied by phrases such as "should have had that done a week ago" and "knows I signed off on that on Monday" and "should have come to this meeting". My response? So and so (person who said these things) can kiss my big, fat, lumpy, white ass. Twice.
Our new work culture since the LA company bought us? Hair on fire. Non stop emergency. No planning. Nothing in the right order. Re-do everything ten times. Piecemeal dissemination of pertinent information. By 3:00 my throat was sore. Really sore. Big old lumps in the side of my neck.
I came home, had a Cold-Eze, an Airborne and this:
Tini
Now I'm going to sit here for an hour and do some much-needed writing while I sip on my medicine.
Originally posted on kpacklight.vox.com