so... groggy...
Jul. 17th, 2005 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Man. I am setting new records for not wanting to go into work. Am groggy, sleepy, headachey, tummy-rumbley (in that i don't feel good sort of way), and today's shift will either be ridiculously busy, or the two people junior to me will both flake out and I'll be shoved kicking and screaming into the Club where I will brood upon the wrongs done me and wish I had the balls to quit.
I do hope some manager-type asks me why I wouldn't stay yesterday and I get a chance to point out that every time I do them a favor I get fucked so I got tired of being fucked all the time and just decided not to do them favors. But, the organization is this nebulous thing and thus when you make a complaint to someone it's never something they can fix (even if it is) and the buck is endlessly passed off into la-la land.
My head is seriously killing me. My body agrees: work will suck.
I do feel productive, though. I got up and told Z we were grocery shopping now or never, and so we went off to Wegman's and got hopefully Everything We Need, so maybe we'll actually be able to eat wisely in the coming days.
Yesterday he drove me to work so that he could take the car and go grocery shopping, but when he picked me up he said he hadn't had time to do so, so he'd done housework instead. Today, looking around, I am utterly bewildered as to what housework he could possibly have done, as I cannot see so much as a dirty napkin thrown out (all the ones that I was aware of yesterday morning are still where they were, except the handful I bussed from the kitchen table. Shall we get into how much it irks me to bus tables at home? Let's not.). I suppose we'll see what happens this afternoon while I'm at work. I don't have a day off until Tuesday, and by Tuesday I fully expect to have imploded in a fury of hating everyone and everything. I have not been well this last few days.
But we'll go for mindless optimism and presume that Z will get tons of housework done and that will fill me with joy and self-esteem and help me survive until Tuesday whereupon I will take my first day off since Z got a job and celebrate by evaluating the Vikingsnovel and maybe resuming editing work on it.
I do hope some manager-type asks me why I wouldn't stay yesterday and I get a chance to point out that every time I do them a favor I get fucked so I got tired of being fucked all the time and just decided not to do them favors. But, the organization is this nebulous thing and thus when you make a complaint to someone it's never something they can fix (even if it is) and the buck is endlessly passed off into la-la land.
My head is seriously killing me. My body agrees: work will suck.
I do feel productive, though. I got up and told Z we were grocery shopping now or never, and so we went off to Wegman's and got hopefully Everything We Need, so maybe we'll actually be able to eat wisely in the coming days.
Yesterday he drove me to work so that he could take the car and go grocery shopping, but when he picked me up he said he hadn't had time to do so, so he'd done housework instead. Today, looking around, I am utterly bewildered as to what housework he could possibly have done, as I cannot see so much as a dirty napkin thrown out (all the ones that I was aware of yesterday morning are still where they were, except the handful I bussed from the kitchen table. Shall we get into how much it irks me to bus tables at home? Let's not.). I suppose we'll see what happens this afternoon while I'm at work. I don't have a day off until Tuesday, and by Tuesday I fully expect to have imploded in a fury of hating everyone and everything. I have not been well this last few days.
But we'll go for mindless optimism and presume that Z will get tons of housework done and that will fill me with joy and self-esteem and help me survive until Tuesday whereupon I will take my first day off since Z got a job and celebrate by evaluating the Vikingsnovel and maybe resuming editing work on it.
