February 9th, 2005

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So after generating a lovely list last night, I walked the dog for Gabe and fell asleep. And now I'm up, and generating enough emotional energy to write to y'all is about as much as I'm good for, followed by a shower and then off to the salt mines. All of my last list is still valid and should be done, and I don't have enough emotional energy to do it at work. So I'm not sure what to do.

I'm expecting to get my ass chewed by bosslady around 11am for not working fast enough, which is bullshit. Problem is I'm working fast at fixing her manufactured crises and at CYA paperwork, which between them are more than a full-time job as is. Which is the soul-killing trap of the place; run and run and run as fast as you can, get nothing done, and then get blamed for it. My cowardly hindbrain wants to take a "mental health day" and write everything out, but a.) we don't get sick days at all here, and b.)... there was a b., minutes ago, I swear it. I'll fish it out eventually.

I need to go read other people's stuff to reassure me that there are still people in the world; I'll be back writing in a bit.

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So it's not impossible that I'll get canned today, but it also doesn't seem likely. Bawled out, almost certainly, but that's everybody in the office about four days a week, so nothing special. But it's easier to obsess on that than to do something useful, which is the immediate problem. And I'm supposed to hit the road in about ten minutes, so I'm not going to get something useful done *now*. I can write about this while Gabe's in class this afternoon, I hope.

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Okay, so I'm here at work, waiting with bated stomach for bosslady. [I'm guessing her arrival at 10:45] Got my to-do list compiled and am working on it, but it's always a mystery what the excuse for the next reaming will be. I need to be able to put this aside and do something useful, but it's a struggle.