I have had this fear that someone who used to work at my company would forget that they had moved on.
And that they would reappear one day, biz as usual.
Today one of my friends logged in as that person. And Instant Messaged me.
Let me tell you. My salad tasted good going down. Coming back up? Not so much.
And not much has changed. Yet everything is different.
So, weird story.
Met a guy. Barely know him. Just to say hi here and there.
And it dawned on me that he must be fucking this bitch that I fucking loathe.
Loathe.
I mean “I hope a fucking house falls on her” loathe.
And it’s funny.
I am permanently disgusted by this guy. For having anything to do with her bitch ass.
His dick will probably rot off by her mere proximity to it.
Maybe that’s a good thing.
I never knew I had this kind of rage in me. And I don’t think it’s (too) misdirected.
Seriously. House. Fall. Crush the cunt. PARTY.
Let’s see. Concert starts at 9:30 p.m. It will take a half-hour to drive there and another half-hour to park and walk.
Odds of being done with today’s workload by 8 p.m.? Pretty low.
Odds of me missing this concert? Even lower.
As I had the opportunity to help bring three promising individuals onto our team this week, I got to thinking about the last round.
I honestly believe everyone has a talent. Even if that talent is watching, learning and mimicking.
That’s not a talent we’re working with.
What I struggle with is that when people just don’t understand things, they don’t understand that YOU don’t understand them the same way they do.
Like, I’m sitting here seeing a sentence that was submitted pretty much as “The sky is blue during the daytime.”
Fine. Readable enough.
But if the first law of editorial is “do not introduce error,” I smell a life sentence for this:
The interpretation is essentially, “Cornflower is the essence of the nighttime because daytime is blue.”
And you know me. I have to rage. And then I shut down. And then I put up my “away” message and solve the problem.
Which is mostly that everyone knows the damn sky is blue so why even include it?
In any event. Someone made mention that things will be this way for a long time. And I died. Absolutely, utterly, crushingly died.
This morning, I thought about someone who stresses me out very much. The one who held so much promise. The one who is now banished to the bowels of hell if they ever need a favor from me since they never served their intended purpose.
And I thought, this person will surprise me today. In a good way, of course — I have to qualify that kind of statement. Because, reasons.
I’ll have to report back if a miracle occurs. Or at least if head-scratching is kept to a minimum.
Me: Remembers outstanding project.
Me: Hey friend, go ask so-and-so about such-and-such
Friend: They swear they are working on it and they are doing it X way.
Me: Groan
Friend: Yeah so I said well we really want it Y way.
Me: Love you
Friend: So, so-and-so said, “Yes, that’s exactly what I was going to say.”
Me: Groan
Friend: You hear that a lot?
Me: You could say.
Friend: I don’t get it. If you were going to say it, then say it first.
Me: Or do it.
Friend: That works too.
Editing a painful article in one screen, and editing someone’s edits of the painful article on another screen.
And trying to put helpful comments and edits in both.
One for publication and one to surely confuse, frustrate and annoy.
I wouldn’t need so much help if the original writer weren’t STILL arguing with me over how “I WRITE GOOD.”
No point to any of it. It’s just a shame that the “editing of edits” is the part that makes me the craziest.
I had a lovely drive along the A1A to work today — one of my last before I move inland.
An hour later, I had a lovely drive home.
Apparently the new restaurant under construction downstairs — the one that was due to open last September, just varnished its floors. And the whole place stinks like acrylic nails.
I lasted maybe an hour with tears streaming out of my eyes and my voice half-gone just in time for the morning status call.
When I could finally run free, I stopped at Starbucks and ran up the stairs in the parking garage to fetch Stewie.
Unfortunately I was running so fast, I fell flat on my face on the stairs.
I spilled exactly four drops of coffee. Banged my knee and blew out the toes in my pantyhose. But I’m so physically destroyed from moving that I was none the worse for wear.
The thing is, I dusted myself off, whispered “Thank you God” a few times, and was on my way.
A woman watching me thought I was nuts. But the way I figure, I lived. I’m intact. Nothing is broken and hey, I get to spend my evening commuting time packing instead of sitting in beach traffic.
So, while I wouldn’t say I won this day, I definitely didn’t lose anything other than my balance. And maybe a piece of lung. 🙂
But keeping with my positive outlook, I went to take a walk today and — immediately upon exiting my office — ran into an old friend. Who was going to try a new place for lunch that I hadn’t heard of.
I accompanied him on the long walk and had a wonderful time. And a pretty good lunch.
I tried very hard today. That’s all I can say. And I think the right people have a better idea of just how hard that can be, more often than not.
I have a situation that should stress me out. And yet it is not what stresses me out the most.
I think bad grammar will be the death of me before the situation moves my blood pressure a single notch higher.
What will also kill me is how I still haven’t given notice at my apartment that I’m leaving because Mom won’t let me.
Granted I’m still waiting to hear from the Evil HOA whether they deem me worthy of renting from a private owner on their grounds.
But Mom may have a point that Evil Landlady 6 / New and Probably Evil Landlord 7 (a man! A disheveled one too. He is scary-looking) could toss us to the curb a month before we’re ready. But damn, could I take the hit to my credit they could give me if I don’t sing the “So Long, Farewell” song?