Bleah.
I have had the worst mood all day long. I suppose it started very early, about 7:35 am, when I stepped on my cat.
I tried to console her and even apologize, but she wouldn't have anything to do with me. Then again, it's understandable, considering that I wouldn't have anything to do with anybody who sucker punched me and then tried to shake my hand. I dropped Alex off at school without incident, but at the post office, an older woman cut ahead of me in line. It's not that she didn't see me behind another woman, waiting for the post office to open. She just walked ahead of me. I stayed silent. Sometimes I don't know if it's better that I speak up or not, but I was getting really irritated now.
I get to work despite slow-moving traffic on Interstate 95. I go into the kitchenette, which is directly west of the lab, and put my lunch into the refrigerator. Then I notice a paper towel that's been taped to one of the cabinets. It reads: "Coffee by invitation only!"
Wtf?
Apparently the lab techs are getting pissed off about the fact that when their coffee pot is nearly empty, occasionally people will take the last few drops. I was really mad now. I mean, seriously. Get over it.
Did all the lab techs miss the day in kindergarten when we all learned about sharing?
I've brought canisters of coffee in and made a pot (sometimes twice daily) for whomever wants it. I know the tech by sight (but not by name) and she later sat across from me at a meeting that morning. I wanted to ask her why she was being so uptight. Seriously. If coffee's that expensive, then ask for contributions. At my old office, we rotated buying extra large canisters of coffee; my turn came up every 6 weeks or so. It all seemed so petty to me. Maybe I'm the one who's over-reacting here.
Then I find out that Peter Benchley died on Sunday.
Finally, the day ends. I get home, eat a spaghetti dinner, walk for 40 minutes in the cold (it's in the 40s here!) and then took a nice hot shower. Man, I hope tomorrow's better.
I tried to console her and even apologize, but she wouldn't have anything to do with me. Then again, it's understandable, considering that I wouldn't have anything to do with anybody who sucker punched me and then tried to shake my hand. I dropped Alex off at school without incident, but at the post office, an older woman cut ahead of me in line. It's not that she didn't see me behind another woman, waiting for the post office to open. She just walked ahead of me. I stayed silent. Sometimes I don't know if it's better that I speak up or not, but I was getting really irritated now.
I get to work despite slow-moving traffic on Interstate 95. I go into the kitchenette, which is directly west of the lab, and put my lunch into the refrigerator. Then I notice a paper towel that's been taped to one of the cabinets. It reads: "Coffee by invitation only!"
Wtf?
Apparently the lab techs are getting pissed off about the fact that when their coffee pot is nearly empty, occasionally people will take the last few drops. I was really mad now. I mean, seriously. Get over it.
Did all the lab techs miss the day in kindergarten when we all learned about sharing?
I've brought canisters of coffee in and made a pot (sometimes twice daily) for whomever wants it. I know the tech by sight (but not by name) and she later sat across from me at a meeting that morning. I wanted to ask her why she was being so uptight. Seriously. If coffee's that expensive, then ask for contributions. At my old office, we rotated buying extra large canisters of coffee; my turn came up every 6 weeks or so. It all seemed so petty to me. Maybe I'm the one who's over-reacting here.
Then I find out that Peter Benchley died on Sunday.
Finally, the day ends. I get home, eat a spaghetti dinner, walk for 40 minutes in the cold (it's in the 40s here!) and then took a nice hot shower. Man, I hope tomorrow's better.