Tuesday, February 11, 2014
I was a grouch today. I admit that. This doggie was allowed to sleep with us last night, and she couldn't decide if she was hot or cold, so she went back and forth from under the covers to next to my head over and over, panting when she was hot. After my husband finally got up and put her away, I still had a hard time and woke up three more times.
So everything everybody did was getting on my nerves. Plus, I'm still smarting from the blowback from my supervisors at the beginning of the year, so now I take everything they ask me to do as a personal affront, even though they're my supervisors, so of course they're sposta give me things to do. Part of it is my bad feelings about them, but I'm pretty sure Anastasia and Drizella are still on my case needlessly. For example, I emailed my boss last week to tell her about this opportunity we might be able to take advantage of, which is absolutely in my purview. I told her I'd look into it after I finished all these other things.Today, I get an email from her instructing me to do it. Um, che-LLO! I already SAID I would, and in fact, she wouldn't even KNOW to instruct me to do it, but for ME telling her about it. Argh.
Then, my other responsibilities for the other department reared their ugly head, and it took me away from my other work for an hour. Afterward, I was honest with her about it, and she got really shrill about it, saying we already discussed this (even though we didn't) and "You're already cutting your hours."
"Yeeeeeah," I said this like I agreed and was a little embarrassed by this, and then I realized that I didn't agree, and I wasn't embarrassed, so I said, "Except that no, I'm not. I've been coming in early."
And she said that was good, and I said, "Well, I'm going to come in even earlier tomorrow because of this."
And then she said, "No, BeatleTot, wait...it's just that we've got so much stuff to do."
And I said, "I (looooong pause) know that."
*Sigh* I'm so sick of Anastasia and Drizella. If they want to talk to me about my hours, they should be at work so they can actually count my hours. It's so annoying. They come in soooo late, but I don't assume that they aren't pulling their weight. Why can't they extend me the same courtesy? So I'd rather come in early and leave on time, rather than come in late and leave late...what's wrong with that? I can't wait to have my international house, so I can be my own Anastasia.
Even going to the gym didn't take away my irritation.