Sorry I haven't posted in so long - I have been consumed by rage and frustration over my bathroom remodel-gone-horribly-wrong and any postings (or other contact with human beings, for that matter) has the terrible potential to go downhill very quickly. So I have been trying to not really talk to anyone.
For example, this morning a guy I work with came by my office, probably just to ask me a quick question and then go on about his day. Instead, he was subjected to a 45-minute diatribe about how people should live up to their promises and stop trying to weasle innocent consumers out of their hard-earned nickels and dimes. I hope he didn't mistake my lecture at being directed at him, but probably he did - because lately every time I open my mouth whatever garbage spills out either is taken the wrong way or is so tainted with my own bad attitude that it can't help but be taken for exactly what it is - poison darts aimed at whomever is unlucky enough to be standing in my way.
So, needless to say - I'm not exactly a fountain of entertainment these days. I have to wake up at least 30 minutes earlier than usual because of the current shower situation. As anyone who knows me even a little bit knows, this is a terrible strain on my lifestyle as I am sooo not a morning person. Except what actually happens is that I don't wake up early, thereby throwing the entire morning's schedule off and causing both my husband and me to be late to work every single day. And being late, even though I should totally be used to it and just accept it as fact, really puts me in the worst mood so then I'm grumpy when I get to work. Then I spend the better part of the morning attempting to avoid any personal contact because that will undoubtedly end up aggravating me even more. So I answer emails or play with my spreadsheets all morning and get a headache from staring at the computer screen. By lunch, I feel alienated and disconnected and starved for conversation so I seek out my lunch date (read: husband) where we spend an hour eating soup and trying very hard not to talk about work. After which, I return to my desk and spend the rest of the afternoon catching up on all the face to face communication I tried so hard to avoid earlier in the day. By the end of the day, I feel tired again and ready to get home and relax, but then there is laundry and dishes and tidying up and the dog and the annoying neighbors and the dog behind us that never stops barking. And, well, the list goes on.
And frankly, readers, all of this is nothing but a raging case of seasonal depression because I just cannot stand this cold weather. And of course by cold I mean, like, 60s.
So, I'll try again and see if I can write something a bit less depressing. Stay tuned.
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