Holy multiple postings, Batman.

Now he is at school again. This is becoming a habit.

It's both cute and sad how much they enjoy getting up to go to school at this age. Because it won't last. But it's so thrilling for now.

Zenkitty is on The Ambienz; see what happens! Don't pill and post!

Not my fault, I swearz!

I'm a little flakey normally; I can't even imagine how dopey I'd be if I took Teh Ambienz. shudder

I get to work from home again tomorrow and I have Friday off. Operation Sofa Recluse is advancing nicely.

I was rewarded for what stuff I DO keep by finding a piece of fabric (dark purple sheer) that I now drape over my super-bright clockface. I can still see the numbers, but the glow is eliminated.

That's what I need!

Lisah, if you need a hook up, I can prolly find you a patch.

Connie, how in the flying fuck is that not a HIPAA violation? Rant 'em good, I say.

Hi, I need to vent. So I have been trying to keep my head down and work my ass off. Today I was 15 minutes late (on top of our two hour delay) partially because I forgot about that whole ice scraping thing. Fine, my bad. I skipped both my 15 minute breaks today and took a 40 minute lunch (instead of 30) so I figure it evens out.

I've been checking in with E (who's in charge on site) and doing my damnedest. Today, M shows up to help and she and E asked me where I was on a thing. I told them and M says, "Fine, as long as X is done by the end of the day." This was 25 minutes before cleanup. No one told me earlier that X was the goal for the day. It's so fucking cold our GLUE isn't working right and I had to reglue three things today. So I hurried and I screwed it up and it didn't get done. I was conservative so I need to re-cut it anyway which should take care of my boo-boos, but it was an intensely unpleasant way to finish the day.

Add to that I'm pretty sure she tossed my pencil sharpener in the trash. Not on purpose, but when I asked about it I feel like she should have noticed a bright orange conical piece of plastic - my other coworker found it in the trash bag later. What is this, fucking middle school?

Now, I know all I can control is my reaction to her but I don't do well when I am treated like an idiot child and feel a target on my back. I just reached out to E via email again asking for specific feedback in the conversational medium of her choice (I'm going to touch base with all three and my boss, but I figured I'll build my way up to M).

Sorry, this is a bunch of petty bullshit but I've been only intermittantly sucessful in letting things go throughout the day. It doesn't help that I'm feeling flaky anyway and worried that I'm getting early onset Alzheimer's or some shit (Alzheimer's runs in family + 12 yrs soccer + 5 yrs rugby + ingesting more lead and particulates than is probably healthy.

::sigh:: Thanks for reading. Or skimming. Going to try and sleep now. I think I've come up with a mantra for dealing with M.

smonster, that is all totally vent-worthy. You're doing fine; you're doing the best you can and you're human. That doesn't make you flaky.

Keep at it with the communication. It's fine to say, oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize X was the goal for today.

You're right that all you can handle is your side of things, so keep at that.

I wouldn't worry too much about the pencil sharpener; I doubt it was on purpose. And even if it was, what can it achieve, just making you cranky? Don't give her the satisfaction.

You're doing well to keep your head down and keep working, but keep communicating. It's hard, but that's the right slog, so keep at it.

Connie, it might also be your insurance company, keep in mind. Not that that makes it any better, but.

Smonster, that's awful. I hope extra communicating helps. :(