It's come to my attention that today was a terrible day.
In fact, just thinking about it makes me cringe.
I mean, I forgot to switch back my alarm yesterday, making it so I have exactly 2 seconds to change into appropriate school attire before getting scooted out the door by my very patient father.
Writers block invaded my thoughts once again during Creative Writing. Thank goodness we did close to nothing (which in reality is quite sad because I wish more than ever to release my imaginative thoughts for an hour a day without getting completely ridiculed.)
An important assignment went missing in a massive stack of highly UN-important Anatomy papers. Who's assignment you ask? Mine. *Joy*. Thank goodness for back-up testimonials claiming that I had indeed, put my paper in the basket the day it was due.
Endless hours of work piled up on my desk, creating what I like to call the "Two Towers". (Yes, work converts into hours.) And as the hours dragged on, I attacked those Two Towers with fierce thoughts and quick fingers. However as I conquered the mass amount of work with a figurative flood, I flooded emotionally as well.
Does that make sense?
I ran a hole in the carpet today, walking back and forth, to and fro, etc. An impatient Engineer accidentally jammed the printer just as my package neared closure. Of course he apologized. But rather than helping me with the newly created problem, he quickly grabbed his paper and left me with the mechanical mess. *It's a good thing I've mastered the art of disabling printers, removing the jam, then reassembling them once again. Usually after such an event, I take a bathroom break to relieve stress (among other things.) Today however, there was no time. 2 binders needed preparation and I was the one to do it. Waiting by the colored printer for an hour and a half for a 510 page package to print is not my idea of fun. Neither is working overtime, only to turn in unappreciated work. >Warning: I'm going to whine. Right now. Just for a second.<
MICHELLE IS RIGHT. WE WORK IN A HIGHLY UNAPPRECIATIVE ATMOSPHERE.
One day Managers and Engineers will realize that they need us. Badly in fact. We are the backbone of this company.
Whew, sorry about all that whining. I sound like a five year old.
Anyways Mama's lasagna made things slightly better. The gym was plan B but after an hour and a half my lungs had difficulty functioning and thus evolved into minimal breathing. *YIKESAPEE!
Plan C: Stay up late watching Bewitched.
It helped...it really did.
And hopefully tomorrow things will look brighter.
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