One of the team members has disappeared. I don't know if I'm supposed to ask about it, or what. She told me about an error message that was appearing, and I said I'd have to go to our manager with it for a decision on how to handle it, because it would affect our budget, and she sent me a huffy email that ended with "Well, it's not my project!" and then ditched the next (important) meeting and hasn't replied to any emails that have been directed to her.
Previously she wasn't working the project this weekend, but then she became available. Plus she disappeared during the work day on Friday,, not after hours if she was still not working the OT project.
She's ridiculously unprofessional--the one my
boss
calls incompetent, but my manager is very defensive of her, so I'm hesitant to even ask. But she can't possibly be this petty, can she? Mad at me because I'm escalating an issue she found? I'm not burying it, I'm bringing it into the light. And since she only found it, not caused it--if there's a hero in the story, it's her.
Some days (Monday->Friday, some weekends) I don't understand people.
I made it out of the house for a walk!
Which somehow turned into brunch at the nearby Mexican hole in the wall,but at least I walked here.
I need to start thinking about my taxes, but I still don't have my W2, so it may not happen soon.
Migraine. Can't sleep. Too bright. Not happy.
god, so busy. Dealing with my folks' condo, gotta get stuff signed tomorrow, then meet old friends for lunch and then go to this memorial which is to be followed by a gathering somewhere. Today I have people coming over to binge on Community, then dinner in the city with another old friend.
Somewhere in there I have to pack to go to Puget Sound for three days on Monday. ARgh.
And my phone just pinged--I have to go pick someone up at BART...
Consuela, did the condo sell?
I'm watching Charlie Brown Christmas at the request of my children. Really though I want a nap.
Thanks for the Effexor info. I got a great email from a Pharmacology professor who has a great deal of expertise in drugs for broken brains, and I think given the side effects, I should stick to SSRIs, behavioral therapy, and avoiding home improvement projects.
Kat, I'm so sorry to hear about Kuma. He was a good boy.
avoiding home improvement projects
I think this is a global recommendation, regardless of whether one is in need of prescription meds. I think there is a UN resolution to this effect.
I've been trying to keep my brain super busy so it won't collapse in out itself, so I've been finishing a painting project, cleaning the kitchen, and sorting through clothes for Goodwill. It's been tough in that I'm not capable of handling mistakes well, but checking items off the To Do list has been putting scratches in the feelings of worthlessness.
Well, that's good, truly. If I attempted such projects, I would be in the pit of despair within 2 hours.
Allyson, are you still having IBS/gastrointestinal issues? I ask because about 90% of the body's serotonin is made in the gut, and if your guts are having issues, it stands to reason that it would affect your serotonin production/uptake, which fucks with your brain quite literally.
