The week of stuff concluded with minimal loss of life and sanity all around. I missed Girl Scouts on Tuesday due to the Problem Child at work (note to self: no more favors after 3 PM on Tuesdays, not nobody, not nohow) needing a ride. Yes, I know I’m a marshmallow. Performance review time is coming up and I expect to burst into drippy, gooey, molten flaming wrath on her objectives for next year. Payback is a-coming and it’s riding a mean horse.
I’ve been too mean to tiernen lately. I know it’s mostly stress and aggravation from things not his fault. He just catches the shrapnel more than everyone else, because I can avoid them when they piss me off and divert or blow up in private. He has to go home with snarly ol’ me.
Really what I need is for all of the programs and etc. at work to be over so I can take a little break without feeling too guilty for skipping work. It seems to me like everyone else (with very notable exceptions) I work with suffer absolutely no pangs of conscience when they take half a month off of work. I always feel like I should be helping out and being involved in what is going on at work. Granted when I actually do take the time off, I rarely give work a thought while I’m gone. It’s just a matter of summoning up the gumption to schedule myself for a week off. Really, it’s ridiculous.
On the Tom’s mom front, no change. We’re still waiting to hear from Mike what they decide to do with her.
On the positive side, my grandfather’s 88th birthday is Wednesday. Happy A-day Mr. B.
Dat’s it fer now.
Sparkly Things 