I just had a conversation with a co-worker about the fact that he discovered an "O" in a project # that he now needed to filter out of his search groups. He came up to my office to tell me that. My soul is dying.
Today has been a testy day for me. Started at 12:30 AM when I heard my dog Bruiser crying as he circled round and round and I realized he was setting up to take a dump on the floor! I leapt out of bed and threw him outside. At least I caught him before he stenched up my house.
Then this AM when it was time for him to go out he almost made it to the door. I'm clapping and urging him to me and he's giving me a look and I realize he's going to make a run for it. He did. It was VERY cold and snowing out and his delicate highness doesn't care for cold or snow so he tried to escape. I can't say I blame him! But I wrangled him down, onto his leash and pushed him out the door.
We had a snow storm the day before so I bundled up and headed out to dig my car out. More good news! It hadn't snowed much since the night before so all I had to do was shovel a path out to the street and was on the road in about 10 mins! Got to the bus stop and found there was a line waiting that reminded me of lines for rides at our local amusement park, Valley Fair. I decided I'd take a pass on waiting for a couple of buses and got back in my car to brave the crappy roads. Roads were slow enough so there was no risk of a spin out, but they were steady. I was shocked, after all this, that I was a whopping 15 minutes late for work! Not bad!
I was the first one to arrive at the office and as some of my co-workers called in to announce they'd be late, they marveled at the fact that I'd made it in so early. What can I say? I'm a professional northerner who doesn't forget how to drive when it snows! We're a rare breed. As I received calls I discovered what a crab I can be when they'd ask how I got in so early I was tempted to say "I tried and then succeeded".
So I've been plugging away at work, avoiding people since my snarky side is in full bloom today and I'm not to be trusted. In fact, I'm going to strongly edit myself about the many not so kind thoughts that flew through my head over this and that today. Even I'm ashamed of some of them and others can hurt feelings and lord knows I've had to pull enough posts off this blog because I've hurt feelings and/or offended people I care about! Some things are better left unsaid and only roaming inside my own head. It's possible it's early onset PMS but also possible it's just because sometimes I'm a bitch.
I want to be honest when I write but sometimes the cost is too high. I don't mind making myself look like an ass. I am one sometimes and it's good that I don't let myself lose sight of that, but while I tend to be brutal with myself I'm equally brutal with others and it doesn't always come off well if I write it and post it here. I prefer not to fight with anyone or damage my relationships so I'm learning to edit in spite of the fact that I think it's a good exercise to expose oneself, so to speak.
It would be really easy to make posts that show me as always being kind, talented, smart or generous. To only post pictures of myself that are flattering. Problem is, I feel like a fraud if I only show the parts of me that I like and hide the rest. Even when it hurts! Like admitting I'm fat. Or being a bitch or an ass. When I'm having a tantrum and realize I was out of line. Or that I have odd little whiskers on my chin that I have to trim daily (oh the joys of getting old!).
We all have embarrassing parts and my way of connecting is to show you mine! If you want to respond in kind, fine but if not, at least you maybe got a chuckle over something that clicked and you know what I'm talking about, even if you don't want to say it about yourself.
I started this planning to write about my snarky day and realized I can't say too much without potentially offending people but I'll make a few comments because I think I can get away with them.
I watched a guy take an amazing amount of time to spread some chicken or tuna salad on a couple of buns. I think he did it a 1/2 tsp at a time. With profuse spreading in between each 1/2 tsp! I think if he was around me a lot I'd have to kill him just because of that.
I was reminded that my adult co-workers can't put away clean dishes in the dishwasher. Usually our receptionist does that but she was snowed in and late and so they just piled their dirty dishes in the sink rather than put away the clean ones (took maybe 2 mins) and put their dirty dishes away.
If someone wants me to change a field in a program they should tell me the correct field to change. I honestly don't know anyone who can really read minds! I felt like my boss and I were speaking different languages today. I finally sent her a picture of what was happening because describing it didn't seem to be working. Then she sent me a picture back and at that point I was ready to go back home because that was when I realized she'd been telling me to change the wrong thing! What she was telling me to do at that point made no sense. I emailed her back in frustration asking her what the heck she was talking about because it made no sense! Then I went back to the picture she sent and studied it and decided to try it even tho it wasn't changing the Revenue Method (term she used) but was instead changing the Revenue Type (shown in her picture). It worked. So I had to admit that I figured it out right after I'd sent the message of massive frustration and confusion. I wasn't going to bother pointing out her terminology issues. That would just turn it into a pissing match again and I'm tired of having those with her.
And to close, I really wish people wouldn't walk up to my office to tell me the sent me an email. Do they not get how email works?
"Nuff said! Happy Monday!
Maybe not "nuff said. Just got home from a slow commute to find that my parking space has not been plowed. The plows were busy little bees yesterday piling snow around my car for me to shovel but when my car is gone it's just not as fun to plow in front of my house! Well I backed my car back into my snowbank. Repeatedly. I'll make my own god-damned parking spot! I'm in a mood. Now I'm parked slanty-wise on my sidewalk and I don't give a rat's ass. I'm tempted to just pull into my yard and create my own driveway!
I felt like crying when I drove up and saw that and drove around the block and saw no better options. It's frustrating. I wish I had my own snow plow.
