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Today was long, and tiresome, and involved a great deal of smile-and-nod while being boggled by how disrespectful some folks can be. (Seriously, if you sign up for a class, and KNOW that class is going until noon, and KNOW you have plans that start at 11:30, it is not the instructor's fault, it is yours. Mouthing off at someone taking time out of their day to teach you a complicated computer program just makes me wonder what variety of juvenile goes skittering about in the vast emptyness of your head, douchebag.) Conference call or not, hitting the mute button to talk through a four-hour class, while assuming that everyone in the room gives a damn about your nasty little tirades, is just plain rude.
*headdesk*
And I don't want to go to Tea tomorrow. Or the rest of the month, really. Or next month. I'm burned out on Tea lessons right now. :( I think I may claim financial hardship for next month and just take the time off, because right now, it's more aggravating than relaxing, and I'm finding that I REALLY don't want to give up my evenings of late. (I've also noticed that I eat junk food in addition to burning a quarter tank of gas, so... Save myself a good chunk of pocket money and start up again in August, I think.)
Work's going better, lately - I have a little more to do each day, at least (though not by much) -- hopefully, once things slow down after July 2, the person I'm assisting will be able to sit down for more than 10 minutes to show me things that the guy I replaced (see above rant, same asshole) didn't bother to tell me. Important things, such as calculating premiums for more than just city-owned vehicles. Like the rest of their insurable real estate. o.o: Ugh.
Today's a Mean Red day, I think. I'm even pissed at the tasteless romance novels I've picked up to fill my time. Good GAWD. (I never knew I wasn't a proper woman because of my lack of virginity, desire to reproduce, or instant impassioned bashfulness at a man's touch. Go figure. I think I like being broken, better - I get to read Dante and Beowulf and slouch about in my underwear.)
Time to hammer a few more wrinkles of resistance out of the writing bug clawing at my brain, and then it's off to bed. [At least I want to write lately, if we're looking for silver linings - I've got 85+ pages of stuff on a thumb drive just from dinking about with plotbunnies this month.]
*headdesk*
And I don't want to go to Tea tomorrow. Or the rest of the month, really. Or next month. I'm burned out on Tea lessons right now. :( I think I may claim financial hardship for next month and just take the time off, because right now, it's more aggravating than relaxing, and I'm finding that I REALLY don't want to give up my evenings of late. (I've also noticed that I eat junk food in addition to burning a quarter tank of gas, so... Save myself a good chunk of pocket money and start up again in August, I think.)
Work's going better, lately - I have a little more to do each day, at least (though not by much) -- hopefully, once things slow down after July 2, the person I'm assisting will be able to sit down for more than 10 minutes to show me things that the guy I replaced (see above rant, same asshole) didn't bother to tell me. Important things, such as calculating premiums for more than just city-owned vehicles. Like the rest of their insurable real estate. o.o: Ugh.
Today's a Mean Red day, I think. I'm even pissed at the tasteless romance novels I've picked up to fill my time. Good GAWD. (I never knew I wasn't a proper woman because of my lack of virginity, desire to reproduce, or instant impassioned bashfulness at a man's touch. Go figure. I think I like being broken, better - I get to read Dante and Beowulf and slouch about in my underwear.)
Time to hammer a few more wrinkles of resistance out of the writing bug clawing at my brain, and then it's off to bed. [At least I want to write lately, if we're looking for silver linings - I've got 85+ pages of stuff on a thumb drive just from dinking about with plotbunnies this month.]
