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Ah, I came so close to updating this morning.
That after a full week of not making it to the gym I had let myself out to play in the woods over the weekend.
That despite letting out half that pent-up energy Friday night brought me a remarkably violent dream (mangling my enemy's arms in a fight, my mouth full of his blood and it running down my chin and all over).
That, sated and refreshed by two nights' freedom, I was ready to take on the new week with a passably human face.
..Were to be the general sentiments.
So much for that peaceful outlook.
I arrived at work to receive the report that HR is displeased with the number of hours I've been working. Optimally I need to work 35 hours each week -- HR contends that I mustn't exceed 25. Scraping by as it is!-- with that kind of schedule, we wouldn't even be able to do that much.
I guess I'll count on David to fix it for me... After all, he did everything possible to make sure his worst employee wouldn't be penalized for her laziness.. now it's time to safeguard his best (for clearly the opposite..!). He's already concerned enough that he'd be shortchanged with me not around as much -- especially with the huge shifts coming up.
So I left with that to brood over as I worked. Sickening, really.. John was studying our budget just this morning -- how was I going to break this to him? And then sourly musing the possibility of finding work elsewhere. How very impossible.
I'd retreated to the MLs to shelf read, where I was carrying on blithely enough. Among the ML 178s I found a misplaced M 178 so I took off to return it to its home. Just so happened there was someone in that same range, poking around on a shelf two sections down from where the lost book belonged, so, curious, after I shelved it I asked her, "Does everything seem to be in relatively good order there?"
After she answered me with a petulant yes, she turned back to the shelf with an INFURIATING "why the hell are you talking to me?" kind of look. This totally set me off.
"What?! What's your problem?!" I demanded. "I shelf read this section a couple of weeks ago and I just wondered if they were still in good condition, and if you were able to find everything okay!" The stupid bitch was already leaving, and didn't even acknowledge me. I swear it took everything I had not to just tackle her.
Shaking and as furious as I was, I couldn't quite stay in the stacks, so after a few minutes spent blindly snarling at music books I skulked off to cool off in the bottom of one of the secret stair wells that don't really go anywhere, where I let out the rest of my snarls and punched at the walls like a child...
Ugh. I really needed to go to the gym today, but I didn't have my damned phone and wouldn't be able to tell John when I'd be back.
On the way to class, I noted some interesting words of wisdom scrawled on the side of a building:
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.
That after a full week of not making it to the gym I had let myself out to play in the woods over the weekend.
That despite letting out half that pent-up energy Friday night brought me a remarkably violent dream (mangling my enemy's arms in a fight, my mouth full of his blood and it running down my chin and all over).
That, sated and refreshed by two nights' freedom, I was ready to take on the new week with a passably human face.
..Were to be the general sentiments.
So much for that peaceful outlook.
I arrived at work to receive the report that HR is displeased with the number of hours I've been working. Optimally I need to work 35 hours each week -- HR contends that I mustn't exceed 25. Scraping by as it is!-- with that kind of schedule, we wouldn't even be able to do that much.
I guess I'll count on David to fix it for me... After all, he did everything possible to make sure his worst employee wouldn't be penalized for her laziness.. now it's time to safeguard his best (for clearly the opposite..!). He's already concerned enough that he'd be shortchanged with me not around as much -- especially with the huge shifts coming up.
So I left with that to brood over as I worked. Sickening, really.. John was studying our budget just this morning -- how was I going to break this to him? And then sourly musing the possibility of finding work elsewhere. How very impossible.
I'd retreated to the MLs to shelf read, where I was carrying on blithely enough. Among the ML 178s I found a misplaced M 178 so I took off to return it to its home. Just so happened there was someone in that same range, poking around on a shelf two sections down from where the lost book belonged, so, curious, after I shelved it I asked her, "Does everything seem to be in relatively good order there?"
After she answered me with a petulant yes, she turned back to the shelf with an INFURIATING "why the hell are you talking to me?" kind of look. This totally set me off.
"What?! What's your problem?!" I demanded. "I shelf read this section a couple of weeks ago and I just wondered if they were still in good condition, and if you were able to find everything okay!" The stupid bitch was already leaving, and didn't even acknowledge me. I swear it took everything I had not to just tackle her.
Shaking and as furious as I was, I couldn't quite stay in the stacks, so after a few minutes spent blindly snarling at music books I skulked off to cool off in the bottom of one of the secret stair wells that don't really go anywhere, where I let out the rest of my snarls and punched at the walls like a child...
Ugh. I really needed to go to the gym today, but I didn't have my damned phone and wouldn't be able to tell John when I'd be back.
On the way to class, I noted some interesting words of wisdom scrawled on the side of a building:
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.