*grumpetygrumpety*
I've been in a positively crabby mood since I left work, which is kind of odd, given that I was a bit crappy-feeling, but in a generally good, and ridiculously productive mood while I was there. Even with the hour meeting, I took 157 calls (next nearest was 81). I was in the mood to gratuitously kick ass, for some reason, and set to it as soon as I got in this morning (multitasking email and phone most of the day). I find it ultimately frustrating these days, though, because it indirectly rewards Asshole Boss. When I was working for Jim, I did it partly to keep the higher-ups from breathing down his neck, and I was happy to do so, since he had our backs, too. I really like doing my job well, and I dislike that I can't whole-heartedly enjoy that. Blah. On the other hand, it takes some of the load off my stressed-out coworkers, and I like them. So that's good. I think it's a combination of being utterly drained from that, and a moderate headache that's making me so grumpy. I've gotten a good start on the living room and bathroom, though I didn't get as far as I'd hoped this evening on the cleaning, and I've been a very snappish person to be around. Blah again.
I think I'm going to go consolidate the laundry and take out the trash. I seem to have missed my opportunity to ask Mark or Grafton to do the latter. And then I should send myself to bed, and hope to wake up on the right side of it in the morning. Oh, Mark's still up, and he's agreed to the trash. Yay.
I think I'm going to go consolidate the laundry and take out the trash. I seem to have missed my opportunity to ask Mark or Grafton to do the latter. And then I should send myself to bed, and hope to wake up on the right side of it in the morning. Oh, Mark's still up, and he's agreed to the trash. Yay.