In my defense, I need to say I feel that my lousy disposition has come about not entirely of its own volition, more that it has been antagonized into existence by certain beings with whom I am forced into proximity. Nor can I freely confess that I feel I have I been foul without reason. There have been numerous and varied causes to my irritability of late.
Let me list just a few:
1. My mom was at MD Anderson last Monday to have a surgeon slice open her neck and remove a tumor that (thankfully) proved benign, a fact which we could not know until it was taken out and thoroughly tested. Had it been malignant, they would have also removed both lymph nodes and done immediate radiation. Stress anyone?
2. I stayed at the hospital overnight with my mom b/c I love her and I was worried about her and b/c my dad can be an incompetent imbecile who serves only to get in the way but thinks that he is helping tremendously in times of crises. I tried desperately not to fret about the work not getting done b/c I was not here and dealt with the football camp coaches' crises as best I could via cell phone. The surgeon was busy, so Mama stayed an additional night. Therefore, I too did not leave Houston until late Wednesday morning, on the heels of my parents. Three missed days of work, one of which was unplanned. I'm lucky they didn't have to admit me...
3. Because I failed to send a response to an email inviting participation in yet one more event for Freshman Orientation this weekend, I was telephoned and not really given a choice about helping. When I suggested that my replacement could possibly take my place for the the second session (since she'll be here by then, and if I'm not mistaken, that's what replacements do - they replace you) I was shot down very quickly with the following response, "We really need someone who's done it before." Why? They do a training session. Everyone has to do it their first time once. She will always have to do it the first time before she'll have any experience. And when I asked roughly the same question about another responsibility, I was given basically the same answer. The response inside my head was basically the same as well.
But there was also a "Duh." A really big "duh". Sometimes I think the people I work with are all idiots, or they don't listen to the things they are saying when they say them, or my brain is just wired in a completely different way than everyone else here. Or maybe it's all three. Duh!
4. I have a certain co-worker (mentioned her b/4) who makes the same money I do, holds the same title I do, etc., etc., but who never has to come to work unless she wants to. I have 4 words for her that, even as I type them, severely piss me off:
It must be nice!!!
It must be nice to show up to work not at all on Monday, at 3:30 p.m. on Tuesday, and at 3:00 p.m. on Wednesday. Has anyone told you that office hours are 8am-4pm, Monday-Friday? It must be nice to not have to conform to that rigid a schedule! It must really be nice to walk into the office on Thursday at 10:20am and sit down at the computer in the middle of all my freakin' work and not even ask are you in my way? was I working there? did I need anything?, stay for almost 1 hour, then leave for the rest of the day. I am soooo tired of telling people I don't know where you are...Why are they still asking?
5. Orientation...Orientation...Orientation...2 weekends in a row, compounded with duty. A bazillion responsibilities, even though a)I won't be here next year and b)Not my secondary assignment. (Another Duh!) Sunday we literally work from 11am until midnight, in professional attire. Sucks, right? Only 2 more weeks ( exactly, from Saturday) of hellishness before I roll out of this town to freedom, temporary though it may be. UGH! Let me just say that I cannot wait!
Well, I don't know whether or not I will wake up tomorrow with the usual easy smile on my lips (which sometimes fails to appear until after the a.m. coffee input), but I do know that when Isabelle acts like I have been acting, I call her a "crank-butt" and make her take a nap.
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