Back from hell
Needless to say, every single thing I've slacked off on and put off at work because of my "depression" has come to bite me in the ass. My boss has been up my ass almost every day as well. All respect for me as a good worker is out the door. I'm trying to catch up! I was at work last night until 7. I only left becuase my screen started to freeze and I wasn't up for rebooting.
-I'm totally out of Auto ID cards for Camden's priest program. I didn't realize this until I went to make one for someone! There are hardly any left for the fleet program. Need to be ordered.
-I'm almost out of Auto ID cards for Philadelphia. Need to be ordered.
-The renewal certificates for the Arcdiocese of Philadelphia have not been sent out for the GL policy that expired on the 27th of November. I have to manually go in and change all the dates on the certificate, not the policy period, for over 2,000 certs. Steve would normally do it electronically, but he's even more behind than I am! I thought he was going to do it after all, but he probably will never get around to it.
-I've been sending out certificate requests a day late for the past month or two.
-Voicemails piling up.
-Have just been disregarding emails. Found some letter requests that I meant to remember to do, but forgot.
-Numerous Auto changes for the Diocese of Camden that are just sitting here.
-Five seconds ago I just got scolded for the second time in two days for not checking my friggin voicemail every hour or whatever, like I should.
Crap. I don't usually do shit like this.
The ER was time well spent. Got there around midnight, spent 2 and a half hours there only to have them tell me I can't get stitches because the wound is over 12 hours old. They bandaged it up and gave me some antibiotics. I got home around 2:30am then went to bed. I was actually thrilled to be there. I was online talking to Neil before I left and, as always, he was ignoring me or not responding to things I said. He talks to me than, I guess, whatever I have to say doesn't interest him enough to warrant a response. Fuck him. I'm so done with talking to him over AIM or email. AIM I might just block him or not respond when he IMs me and on email, now a days, all I do is respond to what he said only if he asks me a specific question in the shortest form possible...no details...just yes, no or a very short answer. I'm not talking about my day only to be blown off because it doesn't interest him. Most of the shit that comes out of his mouth isn't interesting, period. So, this leaves me and him with no form of communication whatsoever. I can't remember the last time we talked on the phone aside from making plans. My time spent at the ER was great, calm and relaxing. After I was done talking to him, before I left, I could feel the chest pain kicking in from anxiety and annoyance and I was not about to have my day, that was spent feeling pretty damn good, ending in anxiety lying with the friggin heating pad till I fell asleep. Sitting with a good book in the ER was by far more enjoyable.
-I'm totally out of Auto ID cards for Camden's priest program. I didn't realize this until I went to make one for someone! There are hardly any left for the fleet program. Need to be ordered.
-I'm almost out of Auto ID cards for Philadelphia. Need to be ordered.
-The renewal certificates for the Arcdiocese of Philadelphia have not been sent out for the GL policy that expired on the 27th of November. I have to manually go in and change all the dates on the certificate, not the policy period, for over 2,000 certs. Steve would normally do it electronically, but he's even more behind than I am! I thought he was going to do it after all, but he probably will never get around to it.
-I've been sending out certificate requests a day late for the past month or two.
-Voicemails piling up.
-Have just been disregarding emails. Found some letter requests that I meant to remember to do, but forgot.
-Numerous Auto changes for the Diocese of Camden that are just sitting here.
-Five seconds ago I just got scolded for the second time in two days for not checking my friggin voicemail every hour or whatever, like I should.
Crap. I don't usually do shit like this.
The ER was time well spent. Got there around midnight, spent 2 and a half hours there only to have them tell me I can't get stitches because the wound is over 12 hours old. They bandaged it up and gave me some antibiotics. I got home around 2:30am then went to bed. I was actually thrilled to be there. I was online talking to Neil before I left and, as always, he was ignoring me or not responding to things I said. He talks to me than, I guess, whatever I have to say doesn't interest him enough to warrant a response. Fuck him. I'm so done with talking to him over AIM or email. AIM I might just block him or not respond when he IMs me and on email, now a days, all I do is respond to what he said only if he asks me a specific question in the shortest form possible...no details...just yes, no or a very short answer. I'm not talking about my day only to be blown off because it doesn't interest him. Most of the shit that comes out of his mouth isn't interesting, period. So, this leaves me and him with no form of communication whatsoever. I can't remember the last time we talked on the phone aside from making plans. My time spent at the ER was great, calm and relaxing. After I was done talking to him, before I left, I could feel the chest pain kicking in from anxiety and annoyance and I was not about to have my day, that was spent feeling pretty damn good, ending in anxiety lying with the friggin heating pad till I fell asleep. Sitting with a good book in the ER was by far more enjoyable.