Ah, Bitching
Today was a totally awesome day!
Up until 8 am. And then it was all downhill from there.
Okay, that's an exageration. It wasn't all that bad. It could have been worse. I have definitely had days that were dramatically worse, so I know better. But, regardless, I am feeling sapped and depressed and mad at the world. So - bitching.
I got to work and found a message from a client asking a question which I had previously answered - they just didn't like my answer, so they keep asking, as if that will make me change the answer. Left them a return message, which they probably won't get; I expect a "why didn't you call me back you horrible person, you have the worst service" call sometime tomorrow. Also at work - last week, I spent like 2 hours preparing paperwork for an appointment... and realized today, 3 hours prior to the appointment, that it was the wrong paperwork. And, goddamn it, I should have known this, I just didn't check a thing closely enough. So, re-did that as fast as I could.
Got home, found out that a package I was sending to a friend got returned to me because I accidentally put it in a priority mail box, not a pre-paid box.
The mole on my forehead, which has been there forever and never done anything interesting, may be growing bigger. Certainly, I bumped it the other day, and now it is turning dark red on the top and is now hard to the touch. I'm going to wait until next week to see if it will sort itself out, and then I'll see about getting it checked/removed. Which sucks because A) I actually like it. It adds some character to my face and is almost centered, so I think of it as a sort of perminant bindi, and B) My "current" doctor just left the practice, which means, for the third time in three years, I need a new doctor. So I can't just call them up and be all, "remember that mole? It's doing a thing, let's deal with it," instead, I have to find a new doctor, tell them about the mole, and they'll make me set one regular physical check up before they'll even see me for the actual problem, and will cost me twice as much. And then, if the pattern holds true, they will either go out of network or leave the area before I need my annual physical for work.
And I spent part of the evening feeling lonely and in need of company. Since Griffin was at work, I called several people. And no one answered. Finally gave up and called my mom. I realize, other people have lives, and do not exist solely for my comfort and entertainment. But it super sucks when you already feel bad about yourself, and then can't find anyone to talk to. I mean, Mom was ok, but... it's not the same. Sometimes, you really want to comiserate with your peers, not report to your parental unit.
At least I have cats. Cats help. Though Tempy freaked me out this evening by missing a jump onto the cat-tree and slamming into the wall. She seems undamaged, but yikes.
Just one of those days, I guess. Nothing too aweful, but enough little shit to be annoying.
Up until 8 am. And then it was all downhill from there.
Okay, that's an exageration. It wasn't all that bad. It could have been worse. I have definitely had days that were dramatically worse, so I know better. But, regardless, I am feeling sapped and depressed and mad at the world. So - bitching.
I got to work and found a message from a client asking a question which I had previously answered - they just didn't like my answer, so they keep asking, as if that will make me change the answer. Left them a return message, which they probably won't get; I expect a "why didn't you call me back you horrible person, you have the worst service" call sometime tomorrow. Also at work - last week, I spent like 2 hours preparing paperwork for an appointment... and realized today, 3 hours prior to the appointment, that it was the wrong paperwork. And, goddamn it, I should have known this, I just didn't check a thing closely enough. So, re-did that as fast as I could.
Got home, found out that a package I was sending to a friend got returned to me because I accidentally put it in a priority mail box, not a pre-paid box.
The mole on my forehead, which has been there forever and never done anything interesting, may be growing bigger. Certainly, I bumped it the other day, and now it is turning dark red on the top and is now hard to the touch. I'm going to wait until next week to see if it will sort itself out, and then I'll see about getting it checked/removed. Which sucks because A) I actually like it. It adds some character to my face and is almost centered, so I think of it as a sort of perminant bindi, and B) My "current" doctor just left the practice, which means, for the third time in three years, I need a new doctor. So I can't just call them up and be all, "remember that mole? It's doing a thing, let's deal with it," instead, I have to find a new doctor, tell them about the mole, and they'll make me set one regular physical check up before they'll even see me for the actual problem, and will cost me twice as much. And then, if the pattern holds true, they will either go out of network or leave the area before I need my annual physical for work.
And I spent part of the evening feeling lonely and in need of company. Since Griffin was at work, I called several people. And no one answered. Finally gave up and called my mom. I realize, other people have lives, and do not exist solely for my comfort and entertainment. But it super sucks when you already feel bad about yourself, and then can't find anyone to talk to. I mean, Mom was ok, but... it's not the same. Sometimes, you really want to comiserate with your peers, not report to your parental unit.
At least I have cats. Cats help. Though Tempy freaked me out this evening by missing a jump onto the cat-tree and slamming into the wall. She seems undamaged, but yikes.
Just one of those days, I guess. Nothing too aweful, but enough little shit to be annoying.