Hold onto your documents!

Totally the plan this time! Not that losing them was the plan last time.

I'm going to talk to my manager on Wednesday about wanting to move off the team.

We have 45 minutes devoted to icebreakers tomorrow morning. Send help.

We have 45 minutes devoted to icebreakers tomorrow morning. Send help.

Would this help? [link]

Take an ice pick.

Timelies all!

{{{Hugs}}} to all who want/need them. Other than it being another day where I did not see the sun, today wasn't too bad.

That sounds like a miserable work environment, Jess. I hope it gets resolved in your favor soon.

Travel~ma, shrift!

We have 45 minutes devoted to icebreakers tomorrow morning. Send help.

I seriously thought you meant the naval vessel.

I'm eating a meal in a diner attached to a gas station convenience store

I heard that this is becoming more common because opening an actual restaurant is so expensive what with all the permits etc., but gas stations can sell prepared food because...convenience? I don't know. It's much like the food truck phenomenon, though, all driven by high startup costs for traditional restaurants. And means good food in strange places.

Take an ice pick.

LOVE

45 minutes is a long time to be breaking ice, man.

How am I ever going to catch up on the things I didn't get to last week if I keep getting new things that need to be done immediately? December = too much.

Tolerable weekend with the parents, would have been better if Mum hadn't dragged us back to the same fucking town we'd spent back in October when it was all five of us. Their bickering on the second day started to get unbearable, my father's new hearing aid has just exacerbated his lifelong ambition to ignore everything we say, to the point where, while I think my mom's being a short-tempered bitch about it and could handle it differently, I haven't been living with this and still hadn't my patience blown more than a few times (now that his volume is a choice, it feels more deliberately assholery on his part). And then as we said our goodbyes, Mum was all ominous with "we still need to talk", and I'm assuming it's about my ditching them in October. And explains why she is so insistent on me taking a train or bus up to visit them. Sorry, even if I didn't feel the need to have my escape route handy, there's still presents and winter luggage there and back to consider.

Today was an irritating day, where my boss again forgot what time I usually leave, so scheduled a meeting half an hour past that time, which then ran 15 minutes past that, which meant I hit terrible traffic driving home. And my coworker seems to be conspiring to make me come in for a 50-minute training on my telework day, even though we've all agreed I don't actually need to take that training. And tomorrow, when I normally come in late because I stay late and go straight to rehearsal, there is more training, so I can't sleep late.

Fucking Monday.

Jessica, you have my complete sympathy about your work situation. The boss I fled from a few years ago was doing the same sort of nonsense.