Screw you guys, I'm going home.
I really wish I didn't give a damn about whether our office performs well or not.
The current documentation project has me in one hell of a pissy mood; my coworkers and managers want more of the format I'm creating, the outside team that evaluates our articles is trying to block me at every turn. I never know when hours of work will be randomly deleted, or information painstakingly accumulated lost again.
Might maybe actually get a meeting about it this week, but I'm not holding my breath; I've been asking for that for weeks about exactly this issue. And at this point, frankly, I'm not even sure I want to deal with it anymore. I took on the extra work as a voluntary thing because we desperately needed it for the new folks and I dislike seeing things not get done. Might be time to just say "fuck all y'all" and drop the extra six hours or so a day of multitasked work. They can deal with their own crap, and I can go back to doing Linketies with my multitasking energy.
Also in the pissy mood department: douchecanoe racist fuckwads totally not welcome in my living room at two in the morning (or ever). Grafton's birthday party last night was awesome, but the turn of the conversation really displayed the ass of one of our guests' new boyfriend. And I so didn't want to argue politics and serious shit right then, but there was no way in hell I could let crap like that be said in my own damned house without response.
And I've been having weird-as-hell dreams the past week or so. Vivid enough that I clearly recall dreaming, and wake up in odd moods as a result, but not quite clear enough to have any idea of what happened to trigger the mood. (I know most have involved Kenyon folks, so I assume it's some combo of med switch and upcoming reunion triggering these).
The current documentation project has me in one hell of a pissy mood; my coworkers and managers want more of the format I'm creating, the outside team that evaluates our articles is trying to block me at every turn. I never know when hours of work will be randomly deleted, or information painstakingly accumulated lost again.
Might maybe actually get a meeting about it this week, but I'm not holding my breath; I've been asking for that for weeks about exactly this issue. And at this point, frankly, I'm not even sure I want to deal with it anymore. I took on the extra work as a voluntary thing because we desperately needed it for the new folks and I dislike seeing things not get done. Might be time to just say "fuck all y'all" and drop the extra six hours or so a day of multitasked work. They can deal with their own crap, and I can go back to doing Linketies with my multitasking energy.
Also in the pissy mood department: douchecanoe racist fuckwads totally not welcome in my living room at two in the morning (or ever). Grafton's birthday party last night was awesome, but the turn of the conversation really displayed the ass of one of our guests' new boyfriend. And I so didn't want to argue politics and serious shit right then, but there was no way in hell I could let crap like that be said in my own damned house without response.
And I've been having weird-as-hell dreams the past week or so. Vivid enough that I clearly recall dreaming, and wake up in odd moods as a result, but not quite clear enough to have any idea of what happened to trigger the mood. (I know most have involved Kenyon folks, so I assume it's some combo of med switch and upcoming reunion triggering these).