A day made (mostly) of suck
Just a rant to vent what I'm feeling about today (and this week, really).
First, I've been feeling like ass for about two weeks, lethargic, achy, cranky, and tired. Miserably tired. I attribute this exhaustion to a number of things, mostly rushed schedules at work, trying to complete mine and my direct reports' annual performance appraisals amidst a flurry of vacations and surprise projects. There's been a lot of manageing up lately and controlling the spin as my boss has been preparing for her annual two-week European vacation. (That begins tomorrow, thank the flying spaghetti monster.)
I've also had way more trouble sleeping soundly and through the night lately. Light, sound, temperature, and vivid dreams are the culprits there. I am now two weeks away from my scheduled stay-cation, and I am honestly feeling the need for the time off in my bones.
On to more specific matters of suckitude: I have been trying to complete a relatively easy, but decidedly detailed project at work for the last week or so. I have made almost no progress beyond gathering the assets I need to produce the piece. Why? Because my office office door, even when I close it entirely (which I cannot do for very long because it gets rather warm without cross ventilation), is like a black fucking hole that sucks in all the petty, random bullshit from people who prefer to stand around whining to doing their fucking jobs. Honestly, I have fielded more stupid questions (and, yes, there really are some stupid questions regardless of what your high school English teacher said) and senseless requests in the last two weeks than I can count. Because I have set a deadline for myself of having this project completed by next Tuesday, I decided to remove myself from the hurly-burly at the office and work from home tommorw. (Are you following me, caemra guy?) Great Idea, badly executed because I left work today without slipping my laptop into my bookbag. I got home and realized that I had to drive all the way back to wrk to get the damned thing just so I can get some freakin' work done tomorrow. Argh!
And have I mentioned how effing tired I am?
It's Friday Eve. I have retrieved the laptop and plan to spend the rest of the evening doing nothing that requires thought or careful consideration. I plan to go to bed early, and I hope to sleep in. I will wake and work at my own pace, blissfully uninterrupted by random crap. I will finish this project by noon and call it a day.
Rant concluded. Resume regularly scheduled programming.
First, I've been feeling like ass for about two weeks, lethargic, achy, cranky, and tired. Miserably tired. I attribute this exhaustion to a number of things, mostly rushed schedules at work, trying to complete mine and my direct reports' annual performance appraisals amidst a flurry of vacations and surprise projects. There's been a lot of manageing up lately and controlling the spin as my boss has been preparing for her annual two-week European vacation. (That begins tomorrow, thank the flying spaghetti monster.)
I've also had way more trouble sleeping soundly and through the night lately. Light, sound, temperature, and vivid dreams are the culprits there. I am now two weeks away from my scheduled stay-cation, and I am honestly feeling the need for the time off in my bones.
On to more specific matters of suckitude: I have been trying to complete a relatively easy, but decidedly detailed project at work for the last week or so. I have made almost no progress beyond gathering the assets I need to produce the piece. Why? Because my office office door, even when I close it entirely (which I cannot do for very long because it gets rather warm without cross ventilation), is like a black fucking hole that sucks in all the petty, random bullshit from people who prefer to stand around whining to doing their fucking jobs. Honestly, I have fielded more stupid questions (and, yes, there really are some stupid questions regardless of what your high school English teacher said) and senseless requests in the last two weeks than I can count. Because I have set a deadline for myself of having this project completed by next Tuesday, I decided to remove myself from the hurly-burly at the office and work from home tommorw. (Are you following me, caemra guy?) Great Idea, badly executed because I left work today without slipping my laptop into my bookbag. I got home and realized that I had to drive all the way back to wrk to get the damned thing just so I can get some freakin' work done tomorrow. Argh!
And have I mentioned how effing tired I am?
It's Friday Eve. I have retrieved the laptop and plan to spend the rest of the evening doing nothing that requires thought or careful consideration. I plan to go to bed early, and I hope to sleep in. I will wake and work at my own pace, blissfully uninterrupted by random crap. I will finish this project by noon and call it a day.
Rant concluded. Resume regularly scheduled programming.