I've Got My Hands Up So Take Your Aim

I was terribly exhausted from the busy weekend that I slept in yesterday, driving into work around 10am so I could rest a bit more. Then we worked until 10pm, so I didn't feel AS BAD for having come in late when I had my car to take me home (35-minute drive vs. 1-hour-15-minute train that runs only once every hour that time of night?). But I wasn't home until almost 11 (after driving coworker near his place, too) then couldn't get to sleep until nearly 1am.

And so I overslept this morning and wound up taking the latest express train possible, plus encountering train delays, and being 45 minutes late to work. My boss was not impressed to hear I had worked so late (not mad at me, but the client manager/assignment) and told me to go home early some day this week. Except it's now coming up on 5:30pm (my normal time to go home) and I have a 40-page document to proof, 12 forms to get signed by client manager, plus a two-page cover letter to get approved and signed ... and a missing client manager.

Plus the building has turned off the AC because it's 'after hours.' Oh yay. How I love this place.

Today is a total Monday. I planned on getting up at 5am to come into work around 630 and get a boatload of shit done since I, once again, skipped out on working on Sunday. I overslept that alarm then said I'd get up at 6 and get in around 715 ... then overslept that alarm and wound up even doing the 'ten more minutes' routine to not come in until 830. Unsurprisingly, however, I am the first of my department here. With my boss on vacation, everyone tends to get lazy about being here on time.

As soon as I left my apartment this morning, I realized I forgot to grab my phone*, and then also my kindle, and my earbuds. So I sat on the train listening to everyone around me while I stared out the window. For 30 minutes. It was exactly the opposite of interesting. I also forgot to pack my makeup bag, and so I'm sure my face looks lovely this morning.

In random good-type news, I had my company's picnic on Saturday and had some great fun hanging with coworkers I actually LIKE. There was a dunktank and I had great fun dunking a dreaded coworker or two :D Yesterday I was completely hungover because I went to a birthday party after the picnic, so basically, I was drinking from 1-11pm with only one soda and two waters thrown in between there. I slept until like 1130, then went for a super late breakfast with my good pal then we got mani-pedis and I have adorably pastel/shimmery pink on my fingers and hot pink on my toes. I haven't had my nails done in forever, it seems, so I kinda like 'em right now. I'm sure in a few days I won't so much. Pink is so not my thing LOL.

*my android is fucked and I can't upgrade my phone until April of next year. I'm borrowing my cousin's friend's iPhone 4 and I actually kind of hate it. I'm sure it's mostly because I don't know how it works, I've had my Android for like 18 months now, so I know that like the back of my hand ... so part of me actually doesn't care that I don't have it with me. I haven't had a working phone for a week now and it's strangely liberating to not be checking it 24/7.

On Twitter ...

Me: Someone left less than 1/3 of a cup of coffee in the pot but didn't make a new one ... I put it in a cup and left it there to show them
zubeneschamali: That's the kind of passive-aggressive thing grumpy!Jensen would do to oblivious!Jared. #justsayin
Me: #writewhatyouknow

And then I remembered that weeeeeks ago, I told a friend that I wanted to start a blog with anonymous workplace complaints. I had a killer name at the time ... now all I can come up with is I WANT MY COFFEE NOW: And other workplace problems.

*thinking*

ETA: I'm now trying to brainstorm names with my brother LOL

Your Mother Doesn't Work Here: Passive Aggression in the Workplace
Your Mother Doesn't Work Here and Other Messes She Won't Clean Up

The downside to a holiday weekend in a deadline-driven job is that I had to work 11 hours yesterday and still didn't get everything done that I wanted to get done. It also makes it rough to not hate your coworkers who go on vacations and are not here to do their work so you're waiting for shit to get done when they return.

Speaking of coworkers, ( here I complain about one )

Just one of many reasons I hate this job. Another reason is my continuing decline in confidence at what I'm doing. I mean, I know I'm doing well, but (and I think I've mentioned this before) I am not bringing in any winning proposals while everyone else in my group is consistently getting wins. No one really counts it, I don't have a goal, or get bonuses for winning jobs or anything; it's just a personal thing in my head that I've been working SO HARD this last year and have hardly won anything at all, esp compared to my coworkers. Then yesterday, when I was taking the elevator around 730pm with the one client manager that I share a love-hate relationship with--I made a moody joke like "well, what does it matter, it's not like we'll win the job anyways."

Him: We better freaking win this job.
Me: ... that's funny. I believe it was exactly two weeks ago when you told me we would never in a million years beat out the competition, but we HAD to submit to make the client happy (which he totally did tell me while we were in Detroit).
Him: I don't remember that.
Me: Of course you don't, you were about six lemon drops in at the time. (which he totally was)

At least we both had a good laugh at that. And then I had a tallboy on the train ride home, and another at home while lamenting the sad state of my stupid family to my father and explained to him in detail why I don't want to celebrate my birthday with my family. Which is a story for a whole 'nother day.

At least it's already Wednesday!

The other day I had thought that it's been a while since I saw a Jared-watching-Jensen picture then this popped up yesterday and my cold, dead heart burst into a thousand, sparkly pieces.



Dear Boys,

Please to be leering always.

Forever,
Amy

P.S. Jensen: please to be more with the henleys. GRACIOUSLY YOURS.

In other news, a work deadline just blew up wherein the client has finally clarified that they do not want just five projects but five projects PER category, of which there are five of those, and now I have to work all the fucking overtime in the world before Thursday afternoon, when I thought I was actually making really good time on how much I was getting done on this proposal. Add on the need to finish my polybigbang draft by midnight, Wednesday annnnnnd MOTHERFUCKINGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

( My feelings in gif form )