So, it is currently ten minutes until nine o'clock, and I am still here at the office. Working. (#$@#&*%!!) I have been feeling kind of crappy today, so let me tell you, these extra hours at work aren't exactly the idea I had in mind for tonight.
My one saving grace today was an impromptu lunch at my favorite Chik-fil-a with a dear friend, Buttons. I am actually quite grateful that I was there with Buttons, as I don't think anyone else could have really handled my mood in general, or my comments about the sub-par quality of human sharing the food court with us. During our short lunch, the woman in charge of custodial activities tried to sweep up my foot (can you imagine the germs on the end of that broom? I'll bet it's the same one they use to clean the bathrooms...ew ew ew ew), and the Spanish woman behind us let her 4 year-old and 2 year-old terrorize us. This paramounted with the 2 year-old shoving a stroller into our table (in the child's defense, she couldn't see over the seat area of the stroller), and actually getting the stroller stuck in the chair (how does that happen?). Somewhat of a commotion. Story of my life.
So I am still here at work. Why you ask? We have auditors coming tomorrow. I am an auditor myself. This is the first time I have actually been audited. It sucks. No wonder our clients effing hate us! Of course, we have known they were coming for weeks now. But we leave it to tonight to gather all our information together, and tie up any loose ends. When I say "we", I want you to know I am not actually part of that "we". I don't get to call any shots or make big decisions, I am pretty much here against my will, finishing work I thought was done, a long time ago. It's been super fun kids. And I am starting to get hungry again!
On top of all this, I haven't been feeling too hot today. I have been bloated, nauseous, and light-headed. This, of course, makes working SO MUCH FUN. I am actually SO bloated, I haven't been able to drink my usual three liters of water (I know, it's a lot, no I am not a camel, I just like to stay hydrated). I currently think this condition is a direct result of some medication I have been on, but, for my own sanity, I have opted against checking with Dr. Google. I think that would make me even more crazy, and that's pretty much the last thing my hormonal self needs right now. So, now you see how I deal with pain. I complain. And shout. Because I am just getting to know you, Internets, I am not shouting out expletives as I normally would. But I did find this article that makes me feel better about my coping mechanism: Say Shit. See, it's not complaining or swearing. It's HEALING, people.
My one saving grace today was an impromptu lunch at my favorite Chik-fil-a with a dear friend, Buttons. I am actually quite grateful that I was there with Buttons, as I don't think anyone else could have really handled my mood in general, or my comments about the sub-par quality of human sharing the food court with us. During our short lunch, the woman in charge of custodial activities tried to sweep up my foot (can you imagine the germs on the end of that broom? I'll bet it's the same one they use to clean the bathrooms...ew ew ew ew), and the Spanish woman behind us let her 4 year-old and 2 year-old terrorize us. This paramounted with the 2 year-old shoving a stroller into our table (in the child's defense, she couldn't see over the seat area of the stroller), and actually getting the stroller stuck in the chair (how does that happen?). Somewhat of a commotion. Story of my life.
So I am still here at work. Why you ask? We have auditors coming tomorrow. I am an auditor myself. This is the first time I have actually been audited. It sucks. No wonder our clients effing hate us! Of course, we have known they were coming for weeks now. But we leave it to tonight to gather all our information together, and tie up any loose ends. When I say "we", I want you to know I am not actually part of that "we". I don't get to call any shots or make big decisions, I am pretty much here against my will, finishing work I thought was done, a long time ago. It's been super fun kids. And I am starting to get hungry again!
On top of all this, I haven't been feeling too hot today. I have been bloated, nauseous, and light-headed. This, of course, makes working SO MUCH FUN. I am actually SO bloated, I haven't been able to drink my usual three liters of water (I know, it's a lot, no I am not a camel, I just like to stay hydrated). I currently think this condition is a direct result of some medication I have been on, but, for my own sanity, I have opted against checking with Dr. Google. I think that would make me even more crazy, and that's pretty much the last thing my hormonal self needs right now. So, now you see how I deal with pain. I complain. And shout. Because I am just getting to know you, Internets, I am not shouting out expletives as I normally would. But I did find this article that makes me feel better about my coping mechanism: Say Shit. See, it's not complaining or swearing. It's HEALING, people.
Anyway, back to the title of this post - expectations. I am frustrated here at work, since no one has TOLD me I have to be here right now. It is not REQUIRED. No one has even ASKED me. I understand about being a TEAM PLAYER - I don't have a problem with that, and I think I play well with others (usually). I love my job, and I love what I do, however, I was just kind of blindsided with the 14+ hour workday I am putting in right now. I am kind of EXPECTED to be here. I EXPECTED to be at home right now. And, I'm not gonna lie, I actually expected to be in bed right about now. I was quite looking forward to an incredibly early bed time tonight. I am well aware that I am a loser, thank you.
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