That 20 minutes has turned into an hour.

I want to go home.

{{{vw}}}

I'm just a crab monster. I don't really need hugs. It's just...I wonder if we're actually going to meet today. It may have been pointless for me to come in. Which is frustrating. I'm busy. My time is valuable. And my dog has been at home by himself for many hours. He's not gonna be happy. I'm not gonna be happy. No one's gonna be happy.

Also, I'm not sure how productive this meeting is gonna be anymore, since I'm so exhausted.

Oh, well. I'll just do the best I can.

We're not boring, just...repressed.

Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to.

Actually, the pancake dinner was pretty fun. My church is less boring than some, so we had Dutch babies, spelt pancakes, and gluten-free chocolate chip pancakes, along with wonderful ham and sausages. Then, I went to my class where we were celebrating a birthday, so chocolate cake with almonds after that. Can we say carbo load? But, there was decaf coffee, so I was happy. Anyway, I was happy at the time. I ended up being awake until 2, so I suspect some caf must have snuck into the decaf.

Conclusion: In recompense for all this grotesque and inhuman suffering, I totally deserve a month's vacation.

I'm with JZ, et al, on this one. I keep telling myself I should stop complaining to myself, as I had a week on the beach in Mexico less then two months ago, but I don't seem to be listening to myself on this one.

I'm glad the shakers shook, but let's keep that at no damage. All of Sparky's windows: stay in place, and if you move at all (other than with the building), such movement should be outward.

Ok. That's what I was afraid that was going to be.

I've been given an ultimatum. We're touching base again in two weeks.

I'm in tears. I need to go home. I need to not cry here. I need to be strong and just make it home.

{{vw}} Try not to think too much about it until you're home and feeling safe.

{{vw}}

I'm sorry you're stuck in Nonsense World, vw. I hope you get to go home soon.

so we had Dutch babies, spelt pancakes, and gluten-free chocolate chip pancakes, along with wonderful ham and sausages.

libkitty eats babies. Pass it on.

Two of my favorite co-workers are leaving this office. I'm not happy about it. Like, at all. One of them came back from maternity leave for a couple of weeks and decided she'd much rather be a stay at home mommy. I'm happy *for* her and it's not like I won't see her anymore since we live so close to each other and she has a baby for me to snuggle with... but still.

The other co-worker is my absolute favorite co-worker and she's moving for a position with the same company, but on the east coast. She's moving. Far away. I'm not happy. She found out she got the position last Thursday. I gave her a big hug and then I called her a bitch. For leaving me. /childish brat

A world of strength ~ma to you, vw.

/childish brat

Just remember that when these two are replaced you'll get to send them emails about all the fun you and the new coworkers are having together and gee, it's too bad they're no longer in the office to share in the fun.

Or, you could try a tantrum and see if that gets them to stay.