Yesterday passed in a strange kind of drugged bluh. Not fast enough to be a blur, not dreamy enough to be a cloud or haze, and it sort of fell flat, so it was a 'bluh'.
It's the crap in the air driving me to drugs, i say! i have to choose between rubbing raw irritated eyes all day with the sneezing and stuffy misery or taking the stupor-inducing antihistamine i hate. i take the anithist. It seems like the lesser of two weevils.
After work, i got Roni and then had a sudden inspiration so i ran back to work to make a web page really quick and sent it off to the pertinent persons and called Abby to see what she was doing about dinner.
We stopped at Jason's Deli and had a nice dinner with Kristine and proceeded to have a lovely time singing loudly and badly to every song that came on. Roni decided to stay behind with Justin who i didn't remember well until i talked to him for a while and he's a doll. Roni had a great time playing with him and there was a park, many women and a secret rock in his hat with the secret leaf by the time we got back. They both seemed to have had a great time together and she adores him, so it all worked nicely ~ due to her chick-magnet properties her new 'Uncle Justin' has requested a trip to the mall one afternoon . . .
When we got back we vegged out for a bit since Pretty Woman was on and it was the director's cut that Kristine and i had never seen. This prompted more loud, bad singing of the soundtrack and much laughing! Then, my baby sis, Brat, called to say she was on her way over with a new boy (Ben) for us to all meet. When she walked in the door and jumped into Justin's arms we smiled at Ben and explained, "She's friendly!" to which he smiled back and agreed that he saw that, too. Roni and i took off shortly after Brat got there since we were tired and now that wraps up all of yesterday!
Today i had to be a Gestapo Bitch and slap people down all day and i don't want to talk about how that makes me feel. But i will say it's not a good feeling.
i used to be able to go to Captain Confusion and convince him that any policy i wanted to push through was his idea and i'd get what i wanted without having to take the author's glory. It worked both ways ~ good or bad. Since he is gone, i have to either suffer fools in silence or hear "Put that in e-mail and send it to me so i can forward that to _____." And then i get recognition. And people praise me like a puppy who finally went on the newspaper and not the TV . . . it's degrading and depressing. Why can't they say, "That's a good idea . . . hmmm . . . let's discuss it in the meeting later . . . Thanks!" i don't want my ego petted and stroked like i'm a trick monkey!
At the same time, i never was good at suffering fools. So i spent all morning in mini-meetings, typing up proposals, running around and gathering information to support said proposals. Then, there was a potential disaster that sprang up to underline and highlight my exact point so i look like a psychic heroine.
Well, our weekly staff meeting is in four minutes and i have to go and stand up and declare war, in effect, on my whole department. i was handed the thankless job of shoring up holes in policy and policy enforcement, so, yay. go. me. i can feel the impending hostility and uncharitable thoughts towards me already.
"Bull God" ~ Kid Rock
"You can bet all day
but i can't be bought. "
oh, just shut up and let me enjoy it! ; )
confessed on 2001-05-17