This is supposed to be a good day
But between people bugging me all morning for top secret data that only I hold …
And half of those people already revealed a customer’s (correct) guess about that secret data to half the company …
And the know-it-all who pasted that info for half the company to see, when I called them out privately, suddenly acted like they arrived on earth just today (like they haven’t been with me 4-5 times a year for the past 3+ years through this exact process) …
Then same know-it-all falsely said there’s a problem when I guarantee you I looked for problems BEFORE go-live and found none … and neither I nor the operator of that website could replicate said problem … but knowing the know-it-all, they will act like they did something great when all they did was add to five people’s workloads …
And then someone gave my employee newsletter to DTOM, who first misunderstood it and insisted I add something (not appropriate for the audience) to it …
Then when that was clarified, DTOM decided I need to turn it into a public-facing thing … and to run it by them when I do, of course …
And then I got a project that i cannot even fit into my little girl brain right now …
And I’m too tired to even be upset about all the interruptions as I was editing/writing/proofing in a big fat hurry this morning because no one can see my work till we push it live.
Seriously — if you want me to talk about trials not trails, you gotta pipe down, man.
Anyway, it’s been a good day. It really has. I have been working with my absolute favorite people today otherwise.
I just need a couple others to give me my dancing space, as Momma would quote “Dirty Dancing” at a moment like this.
Or “recreational fucking space,” as Momma would quote “About Last Night” at a moment like this.
Or both!
Miss you, Momma.
So sorry I gave up as much time with you as I did over the years.
So sorry you were at home without a car or without anyone to talk to or do things with, and not just during the workday. And not even while I was two feet from you.
Was it all worth it? I mean, yeah I do mostly like what I’m doing with my life.
But more often than not, what I wouldn’t give for a Momma hug and a big fat fuck you from her to the two trumpian types who create a problem that doesn’t exist then take credit for solving it.