yes. i am grouchy today. know why? because my manager scheduled a meeting at 5pm when my hometime is 4:30 and lately i’ve been on this kick of going home on time and not being lured into staying late to work on jobs. my change in attitude coincided with a memo stating that i won’t get paid overtime anymore during monday-friday. financial crisis sucks.
now that i’m sort of over the flu and have passed it on to someone else in the office, i worked out for the first time in a week yesterday and i wanted to die. i actually went for the full hour but it was painful. i was going to take the day off, told the Brit that i was going to wait until i was feeling 100% (what a load of crap, i just needed to rationalise), but on my way home, i started feeling really grouchy and whiney. the only way i know to curb that is to work out so that’s what i did. it was slow and i almost quit more than once but i felt much better. i was so proud of myself for this achievement, i made sure the Brit knew all about it when i got home (i also pointed out that i did the dishes and swept the floor). i was buttering him up to tell him that the dress i ordered may not be enough and i need to order one more just in case and then i’ll return the one i don’t wear. he really doesn’t care. again, it’s justifying my crapness for my own benefit. i’m weird like that.
oh lordy, i’m craving donuts now too. the boss is flying down from sydney tomorrow so i’ll tell him to bring us some. i’ll have to pretend i’m busy again but i’ve booked him at a different desk than his usual one so he can’t see my screen. i’m so sneaky but i’ll do whatever it takes to make it through the day.
so it’s almost time for the big announcement at our meeting. everyone is asking me what it’s about but i haven’t the foggiest. my boss is visiting melbourne unexpectedly…maybe i’m being made redundant. uh oh. i won’t ask him for donuts then.
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