Tooth relief to Sara.
Today at work seems to be the day that I get to rail on everyone for poorly documenting (or not documenting at all) changes and conversations to schedules and deliveries that I must report on. Guess what? When I have to ask people, 5 or more times DAILY for info to complete my reports, then your processes are SHIT. I will start CC'ing the boss and I will make all my requests for info and clarification IN WRITING, noting every where I looked for the info and failed to find it. The fact that people think walking into my office and giving me the info verbally is satisfactory is a joke. I will send your reply out to all in email again and ask that the shared documents be updated.
Tooth~ma, sarameg.
Ugh, msbelle. This Wednesday feels like a damned Monday.
Aaand I've got an appt with an endodontist this afternoon. This feels familiar.
I hope that the endodontist provides relief.
I'm feeling really tired and out of it today. My doc put me on brisdelle to fight the nightsweats because I can't do hormone replacement therapy. Is that what is making me extra stupid?
(I'd rather go swimming. Because that probably isn't happening tonight.)
I was not prepared for this morning. I didn't call in sick and stay in bed all day, although I'm not sure that was the right call. I got to my office and discovered my hair sticking up like Alfalfa from Little Rascals, my eyeliner smudged, and one under eye circle so bad it looks like I lost a rumble.
I was out in the middle of the day yesterday, and the sheer heat made me woozy. I do not like summer. I wish I had a summer house and a life that would let me retreat somewhere twenty degrees cooler for the second half of June through August.
I came back from two vacation days to 275 emails. I'm still an hour later going through just to file the useless ones, haven't started addressing any of the many that require responses!
