And to add to all of that crap, the tools that they give us to do our job don't work right! Usually, it's minor annoyances, nothing that prevents me from doing my job, but sometimes it just seizes up entirely.

I don't know how I'm supposed to work like this.

I swear I only think about, talk about, write about one thing anymore. I know it's not true--for instance, mom and I talked about Project Runway last night more than project roommate--but it sure as hell feels like I've been one-track, one-note ever since Kaydie moved in.

( So, yeah... how about an update? )

Dustin just asked me how things are going with Kaydie... and I spent a good fifteen minutes spamming his poor phone with a report of incidents which have, one by one, cut away at my tolerance for her. Within a week, I went from finding her nice and feeling cautiously optimistic about this situation to finding her annoying and wanting to hurt her in ( Read more... )

I want to punch people. Like. A lot.

( Cut for needless negativity. )

I am less angry now than I was this morning, so it's difficult to rage about how miserable the day started when it's improved since. Still ( Read more... )

It is not a good morning ( Read more... )

People waiting for me to ask them what issues they've got with me, expecting me to fix things without any effort or guidance on their part ( Read more... )

I went in with a plan today: clean out my inbox; work on that stupid, horrible, tangled mess of a contract that I've been ignoring since last week (the user's already got the bad info, so it's not particularly pressing, if you ask me); work on that article I need to write within the next couple of weeks (note to self: GW usage report). I went in ( Read more... )

Justin said to me this morning as I was bitching about him calling out (assuming he bothers to call out) hungover, "I'm not hungover. I'm still buzzed." What a fucking lovely life he must live that this is cool on a work day. Yesterday, he didn't go in either. When I was ready to go, I noticed how heavily it was snowing (which was, apparently, all ( Read more... )

Totally slacking for the last fifteen minutes of work. Today was relentless, even more so than yesterday or Friday, both of which kicked my ass really fucking hard. I don't like these changes here at work one goddamned bit. I used to feel like I was getting shit done. Now, I feel like I'm hardly doing anything despite also feeling like I'm working ( Read more... )