Ugh. I’ve gotten to the point where I’m tired enough to feel the caffeine physically keeping me awake. It’s not a good feeling. I could really use some sunlight to wake me up, but of course, it’s fucking snowing and cloudy instead. I just want to go the hell home, watch Season 2 of Black Sails, and get some damn sleep, but oh no. I have to stay here and wrestle with stupid people for simple answers to questions and then go to my least favorite doctor to be reminded, once again, that I’m fat and listen to him, once again, recommend bariatric surgery because he can’t conceive of the idea that “chop up the fat person” is not actually a viable therapy method.
Tag: Pagan whines
Yes, Coworker. That’s right. Take tomorrow off. Make me do your job. I’m not busy or anything. I’m not in the middle of one of the most time-consuming jobs I have to do all semester or anything. Nope. You take time off. It’s fine.
Dear coworker- you are complaining about other coworker not leaving you alone over lunch. In the meantime, you are doing the exact same thing to me. Shut up! I am quite clearly not up for a convo. I closed the door to indicate that I’m looking for quiet. Which part of that says open the door and stand there talking for ten minutes to you?
gods, this is not a good day for me to have to be at work. Apparently it’s time for the monthly fit of hating everyone and everything for the crime of making noise. I hate misophonia. I hate it. It takes me from a perfectly rational human being to someone who wants to snap at everyone because they won’t stop talking and doing things that make sound. And it does this for several days at a time once a month whether I like it or not. Next comes the jumpiness and the nightmares. Wheee.
I had to get up at 5:30 this morning. I would be very surprised if I got more than four hours of sleep last night despite going to bed at 9:30 because I could not get my brain to shut off and I think I may have had a fever judging by how overheated I was all night. I’ve been coughing my lungs out since yesterday, I’m sweaty, I’m weirdly alert, I’m relying on cough drops to not die and even with them I’m still coughing. I’ve got a split in one lip from chapping, and one ankle that does not want to hold me up. And I really, really want to go home and take a shower and become a bundle of blankets with a face sticking out until I start feeling better, but it’s registration morning, which means that it’s all hands on deck at least until noon. Fuck my life.
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