For most people, Monday is a dark and ominous day; it's the beginning of the work week where you report back from your weekend furlough and shackle yourself back in until Friday. It seems as though my current mood is permeating my words. I don't hate work, I don't hate my job, and I don't look at Monday through Friday as a prison sentence. It's just that we all have bad days and this Tuesday is pretty bad.
I woke up late this morning because something told me I should stay in bed. Despite my ominous feeling, the ride to work was beautiful and cloudless. The sun shone, the air was crisp, and O&A were hilarious. Can't be too bad right? Well...
For starters, Tuesdays are always my worst and busiest days. The higher-ups with their infinite wisdom have decided Tuesday is the day we execute our processes. Yes, I am aware that "execute our processes" sounds like innuendo for a bowel movement. But that would imply that process execution is even halfway as thrilling as a bowel movement, which it certainly is not. So in addition to my increased, but totally mundane, Tuesday workload, my sinuses have decided that they're going to inflate like balloon animals inside my head. I had plans to run home during lunch and get some meds, but that was kiboshed by a server crash, which prompted my supervisor to call me every five minutes to think out loud. As her mood ebbed and flowed with her calls, my head hurt more and more and I became slower and slower.
Every little thing, no matter how inconsequential, required so much more effort. And despite the fact that I had a million people breathing down my neck, the day was CREEPING. It's just a day where I hate this place and I want to tell everyone off. But I know, "this too shall pass" and tomorrow with a little more caffeine and sudafedrine, I will be in better spirits. But, all bets are off if Rajesh Kumar Vishnukolakola emails me with a participation certificate for his cricket league that he thinks satisfies a CPE credit.
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