Yeah, every single one of my active accounts is problematical today. And not in a fun way. Mostly in a people-should-do-what-I-ask-them-to way.

I did figure out that one of the people pissing me off on Friday makes a whole lot more sense if I assume she was talking about a different account than the one I was asking about. Which is still kind of annoying in a read-the-email way, but not as enraging.

Oy, Matt!

My Monday is brightened by Jack figuring out the house and fitting into the family. Miss Kitty doesn't care about him and is pretty much doing her normal. Noodle is very weary, but I don't know that she has ever been around a dog. She has had huge eyes and been slightly puffed up ever since we brought him home. Jack, on the other hand, seems scared of both of them. He doesn't bolt away, but he won't make eye contact and he won't initiate any "play". If one of them is blocking a path he was going to take, he will figure a different way to go.

But it has also kept me distracted from work. My motivation is severly lacking.

Suzi, [link]

Cats blocking the way, and the ensuing dog trauma.

Perfect, Brenda. Though I have yet to see either cat take a swipe at him.

My mouth is still sore from last Wednesday's dental-fest. I am so ready for these stitches to quit being sore.

I'm coming down from a weird adrenaline rush, brought on by my boss suddenly bringing me into the grandboss's office and shutting the door. I had no idea what was coming! Then he started talking about my biggest problem "customer," and I really had a moment of hoping she might be canned, but no. But it's always nice to hear that senior leadership gets what the problem is, they know I'm trying to do my job, etc. Overall a very pleasant time for me! But my heart is still kind of racing.

The talk I need to deliver tomorrow as part of an all-day job interview has only barely reached Hot Mess status. At least I am mostly past the You Can't Edit A Blank Page status?

Also, I have cramps.

Also, I have cramps.

Who's the patron saint/goddess of menopause? I feel like making an offering of thanks.

And I want to change it to meno-done. I don't want it paused, I want it done.

Even if you just want to come over, ring our doorbell, trudge upstairs, watch Winter Soldier while we feed you and hand you cold cocktails and then drive you home.

Hell, I'd love to do that any night regardless of how stressed out I am.

This Monday is approximately 1,000% more Mondayish than most Mondays are.

I got, like, 4 or 5 hours of sleep, so everything is a Struggle.

I also got a new work laptop, so I'm setting it up and trying to remember how to use a Mac.

I'm still waiting for Monday to feel like Monday, other than yesterday was Sunday. With my luck, 5:15 will roll around and I'll have a big "Oh, fuck, no" moment.