I hate work mini drama-

We have a "Human Resources Assistant" in our building that thinks she has a lot of power. So she apparently spoke to another student worker supervisor about a student who was inappropriately dressed (like a shank) and walked around with a smirk on her face. That person told HR person that the student was mine. She then came and told my boss and I, and we were both shocked, because our student is sweet, and we don't think she dresses inappropriately. She does wear shorts and sleeveless (not tank) tops about 2 days a week, but it is hot and she has to walk a mile and half outside to get here. Also, there is no written dress code in our building for employees, and the student employee handbook says that dress is up to the employer. The only dress code we have is to wear "neat and proper dress".

Now the HR lady is lurking around my offices, waiting for a glimpse of this student, I am am annoyed. My boss says that if she speaks to me, I should ask her for the dress code, because my boss does not think it is inappropriate either, unless there is some rule that we are breaking.

I know there are several wingnuts who bemoan ever giving up the Constitutional definition of who was allowed to vote. Land-owning white men 50 years or older will take wonderful care of us. (I'm iffy on the 50 years old thing.)

Crap, I just realized I'm going to need another copy of my birth certificate, because the DMV is probably going to want to keep a copy.

You know when you have a task that *has* to get done, and you really really don't want to do it? And it keeps you up at night, because you just really don't know how to tackle it--you don't feel you have the tools, or the knowledge, or the resources, or something? And it just becomes an ever increasing source of anxiety?

And then your boss asks you to set up a meeting today to discuss it?

God, this week sucks so bad. The ER visit yesterday dialed the headache down to where I can drive, but I'm not exactly intelligent today.

Maybe that will help. Maybe I'll have to do everything so slowly that it will actually get done--I've been at work just over half an hour and I've already managed to get some other shit accomplished--damned shame the other part of my team is out sick today. We may be allergic to each other. Even though we're not in the same time zone.

Speaking of IDs, I don't have a Jamaican passport right now. I need a birth certificate to renew mine, and I have no idea where that is. I'd apply for a replacement birth certificate, but it requires a birth entry number, and I have no idea what that is. My mother was working on it, but she got cancer instead. Now she's gotten rid of the cancer (and her job--I think she's almost retired), maybe I'll get something.

Look at her, getting shit done, and look at me, still avoiding...

Right. Let's see what happened to my inbox the two days I was out sick.

I have no idea where any of my documents are, so I better not lose my driver's licence!

I really should find them, as I would like to do a legal name change and eradicate the darned "Marie" from my name forever. I use Brooks always, but Marie is on my driver's license, and therefore all my employment stuff because I did not know at 15 when I filled out my permit paperwork, that you could just leave the middle name field blank.

I have my kids' birth certificates, but not my own. Hopefully my parents have it somewhere.

Hooray for Pennsylvania, they just want 10 bucks and a xerox of my driver's license to send me my birth certificate.

Lord, I just had an image of an agency needing a death certificate, and the person saying, "Well, I've got Grandpa in his coffin in my pick up truck, will that do?" Except then you'd need to prove that was actually Grandpa.

Sweet mother of Jesus. You did not just tell me I need to do the developer's tasks while she is out.

Did I get a different job while I was out sick????

How is that reasonable? I'm *not* a developer. I'm a business systems analyst. You want me to learn to do the shit she does, you wait while I learn. And it won't be before she gets back from being sick, unless she's WAY worse off than she's letting on.

I am holding on by the skin of my teeth today, and I really don't even know where to begin reacting to weird stuff like this.

as someone who had to get all my documents after losing my passport, it is a fucking pain in the ass.

"Oh, okay, then just send the ticket numbers to the vendor."

How is that equivalent to what you just asked me to do?

I feel like there's been a tectonic shift in my absence and I can't get my bearings. I am totally and suddenly unclear about expectations. How did that happen?

I have the kids' birth certificates but not my own also. But I also have my passport (as well as the kids'), which I think trumps both birth certificates and my driver's licenses. Though I remember before I began driving using my passport as my primary form of ID. It was not an issue when I lived in DC but in Ohio people were confused.

We have a fireproof safe that we keep all of that crap, along with Grace's IEP in. What weird priorities.