I’m just going to ramble for awhile.
You ever have one of those days where you feel like you are just floating? Like you are suspended in time and nothing is happening around you or to you? That is what I feel like. I am sitting at my computer and I realize that I have zoned out for about 10 minutes. I lost 10 minutes in the middle of a work day. That is completely strange. To make it worse, one of my teammates walked by and is tried to joke with me, but he startled me so badly that I think I kind of snapped at him. Whoops! I didn’t mean to be a snotty bitch!
It is about 4:20 PM and I am wondering when I have to leave for home. Have got to get to UPS before they shut down and get those gifts shipped, since it didn’t get done on lunch hour. Speaking of lunch, I had rot-nasty Taco Bell for lunch and it was terrible (like you couldn’t tell from the adjectives, huh?).
I’m getting kind of stressed about Christmas and the house, which is falling apart now that I am playing DAoC again. I have been letting the housework slide and that’s not cool. I have three loads of laundry that needs to be put away and The Man needs to have some shirts ironed or else he won’t have anything to wear to work. I hate to clean. I hate to iron. But I hate living in filth worse. My mom hates to clean too; maybe it’s genetic. My mom tried to hire a housekeeper but the lady just broke a lot of stuff and banged up the woodwork in the house. Nice, huh? The housekeeper broke a blown glass horse that mom and stepdad brought back from Italy. She put the poor little broken horse on the table with a note — “Let me know how much it cost and I will pay for it” How do you pay for something like that? It’s not like they are ever going back to Italy.
So tonight, instead of doing what I want to do, which is sit and play games, I will fold and put away the laundry, iron The Man’s shirts, and make sure that the rest of the house is in passable condition. I will probably have to clean the damn bathroom too.
I checked my journal stats and I have 21 unique readers. Hell! Where did you people come from? I think I should stop looking at my stats. If I start to care about who is reading my journal, then I will start writing for other people. Maybe I should tape myself chanting “I do not care who reads my journal OM. . . I do not care who reads my journal OM. . . ” That would also be a good way to scare my co-workers. Just leave that tape playing all day.
The Sailor Scouts are staring at me from their home on my desk. They are saying “We save the galaxy and you slack off all day! Get back to work!” Well, they’re right, but they are also just PVC dolls, so who gives a shit what they think.
Well. I just got a funny meeting request. It’s for an “Emergency AC Meeting”. There is a meeting every week with my team plus the Knowledge Management team to talk about our online tools and how to make them better. Except that only 3/4 of the meeting is about that. The other part is a little BS session between all of us. And that’s the part that is an “AC Meeting”. I won’t tell you what “AC” stands for; it’s top secret.
Speaking of e-mail, I have got to get off my legacy mailing lists. I get e-mail every day that I just snort at and delete because the topic of the mailing list no longer ( or never did?) applies to me and I can’t really identify with those people anymore. I thought I had unsubbed from all of them, but apparently I missed one.
There is a lady here at work who I really can’t stand. I swear she is bipolar or multiple or something because she is just the biggest freezing ice queen bitch one day and the next she is all smiling like she got a fresh shipment of Prozac. I try to ignore her and count myself fortunate that our paths hardly ever cross. She came down on me and one of my teammates once for something so trivial and inconsequential that we just laughed at her. People like that make me want to roll my eyes. Most of the time I can wait until they can’t see me rolling my eyes, but it’s a struggle.
There is something I want to write about related to work, but I don’t feel like I can. As The Man is constantly reminding me, I am in a position of some consequence here, meaning that I hear secret stuff, and that if I voice an opinion on something then it can have a really bad effect on other people because they will think that since I think such-and-such is a crock of shit, then it must really BE a crock of shit. *sigh* The biggest problem I have with this is the job I’m doing right now isn’t really my job. I’m technically, REALLY a standard answer-the-phone technical support person like 90% of the people in this building. But I have been working “on loan” in the training department for the better part of a year. I don’t mind working here without being “officially” here for various reasons that I don’t want to talk about, but it does make me nervous to know that at any time I can be sent back to the phones. If that happened, I would probably go home and cry because I really, really hate taking phone calls. Does that make me pathetic? I can be a bit of a crybaby, you know.