Yesterday, I dragged myself back to work. When I was putting on my makeup, I was shocked at how bad I looked. I mean, I know I'm no beauty, but I aged overnight. A lot. Not good.
Girl Wonder came by and looked at me. "Are you really sure you should be here today?"
Yentl came by and looked at me. "Oh my God. Whatever you've got, I don't want it."
Fireman Fred came by and looked at me. "Oh, good, you're back. How ya feeling?"
"I'm here."
Quoth Fred, "I don't need ya back if you're still sick, but the process documentation has to get done before you leave."
"I'm here," I said. "I'm not going to leave."
Your concern has deeply touched me. Now piss off.
Former True Boss sends me an email: Don't forget, we need a status on The Science Project by the end of the day.
Fireman Fred sends me an email: Don't forget, we need a status on The Science Project by the end of the day.
Boy Wonder sends me an email: Don't forget, we need a status on The Science Project by the end of the day.
To which I reply: Boy Wonder, Thanks for the reminder. You, FTB, and FF have done a great job in supporting me about today's status for The Science Project.
Now piss off.
Oh, and Yentl is here, reduced to grubbing her way around a cubicle instead of an office.
Heather may have two mommies but Becs has four bosses.
Right now, three of them are busting my metaphorical balls. I don't know what joys await me once The Science Project is done, but I'm getting more tired every day.
Even though I'm finally making a good salary (well, good outside NJ and only good in NJ if there's another income in the house), I'm still living paycheck to paycheck with a whopping $200 in savings.
I'm thinking maybe I get my project wallah certification and find myself another gig, because I can probably find one at about $25K more than I'm making right now.
Ah well. Back into the fray today. Very tired. Things are slipping by the wayside as I get tireder and tireder, but they're all at home, so it doesn't matter.
Yeah, um, Excelsior and all that crap.
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