Saturday, June 16, 2007
Dear Whomever...
Forgive the test post, but there is no other way (that I've yet discovered) to make sure this new place looks the way it should. But since I'm here...
I have discovered, much to my dismay, that Fridays are now my least favorite day of the week. I'm impressed that they've manage to top Mondays, but obviously, everyone is making an effort. Fridays, intentionally stand out as that last day, that one remaining hurdle to cross before you get two days of reprieve from anything and everything. They keep our hopes up, only to dash them from the moment Iwake up. Starting with an alarm that didn't go off, spilling coffee as I dash out the door only to find extra traffic on the freeway. Finally stumbling into the office, I turn on the computer that growls awake and immediately spits out emails demanding something be done right now. So with a sigh of resignation, I push through, eyes on the clock, determined to get out early no matter what. Send things off, file away the remnants of whatever, and run out, beginning the mental preparation needed to fight traffic for the next three hours. I can do this, damnit and hopefully, it doesn't kill me!
At the end of the day, after not falling asleep at the wheel or killing the suicidal teenager bound and determined to play chicken with oncoming traffic and his skateboard, for some ungodly reason, I turn on my laptop and for shits and giggles, check my work email. There, because everyone seemed to sense that they needed to contact me 10 minutes after I unshackled myself from my cube, over a dozen new emails are waiting. All of them politely tell me I'm a complete idiot and need to fix everything I'd accomplished all week long, please and thank you. P.S. We'll find something new to criticize shortly, kisses, good-bye.
I can fall back on the "I'm new and stupid" excuse, but that doesn't sit well with me; I could reply, on those occasions where it's appropriate, "If you actually read what I wrote, you'd realize I was right, made perfect sense, and you're a moron" but I need to play nice (for now); or I can just stop being a glutton for punishment and not pay attention until Monday, or Tuesday, or hell, the following Friday and ruin everyone's momentum -- see, they were just about to send me some new complaint, but damnit, they have to remember the last thing they were nagging me about since I waited so long to respond.
So yes, Fridays, I despise you. Really. I wish you'd go back to being one of the better days and let Monday keep its throne, but until you do, I will continue to attempt to make you as short a day as possible. Even when it is an exercise in futility, I will run as far and fast away from you as I possibly can. Hamster in the wheel, but hell, at least I won't get steam-rolled.
Presumably.
So there you go, my first post. Let's all pray it gets better and not worse.
Kisses. :*
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