So first thing this morning, I see a poor dead squooshed bunny in the road, being picked at by three huge crows.
"Doesn't bode well," I thought to meself, I thought.
But then, there was no traffic, when I had to make my left outta the development, and then everyone was going either fast, or turning.
So I thought to myself, well, the traffic Gods are on my side.
Velos Ite, especially, seemed to be on my side, allowing me 45 in a 25 zone and 55 in the 45 zone, and nary a cop nor slowpoke in site.
Made record time, I did.
And Calliope (the muse of music...I think that's her) made great tunes play on the radio, for the drive in.
Then as I pulled into the parking lot, I thought, OK, now, Spacy (God of Parking), don't let me down.
He didn't! I got a good one, real close to the door.
So I thought, maybe squooshy bunny was a fluke, and this will be a good day afterall.
I was disabused of this notion as soon as I rounded the corner.
CHAOS reigned, people.
Most desks had three people at them, the noise level was deafening (at least to my very-sensitive first thing in the morning ears) and it was just altogether, well, to get technical: icky.
I get to my desk, and first thing notice that Talking Woman is in HEAVEN and just babbling like a brook and cracking herself UP. The dude she's training is everso polite, I thought.
Big Brain, on the other side of me, has two girls with him. One has purple hair, which is usually fun, but she's ever so dour.
So I sit down and get all signed in and I'm just SHAKING cuz it's so chaotic and noisy and there are people EVERYwhere and I don't have any underwear on.
Eh, so I digress, whatever.
My personal space is EVERso important to me and here it is, invaded on ALL sides and even behind me a little. And the NOISE.
I CRANKED my music (Echo and the BunnyFooFoos, to calm down) and pulled the hair all around my face and just tried to be invisible and deaf.
Didn't work, much, but made it liveable.
PRAYED I'd not get a "trainee."
Went to easy queue and just started working and trying to stop shaking (I'm a little environmentally, er, sensitive), and hoped I'd not be tapped on the shoulder.
Then when I WAS? I jumped outta my skin. It was talking woman, telling me the pot luck was starting.
OH I was PISSED. She said she didn't know how to get my attention. I said next time, just wave, within my peripheral vision.
Anyway, ate, worked, tried to ignore, then noticed the only people w/out trainees were me and the redheaded eye candy.
Found out later he requested to not have any, as he's getting over the flu.
So that just leaves ME who didn't have one.
Torn, really. REALLY didn't WANT one, and VERY didn't want to have to turn one down, but then again I started getting a little paranoid.
You would too, I swear.
Anyway, working working working, switched to Tech N9ne again (can ANYone explain to me WHY I like him? It's SO not me), and then just kinda made it through the day until it calmed down a bit.
Had a little fun with the seam of me jeans when people weren't all swarmed around, then...
Got some owies, and OD'd on Alleve and "Employee Health Center" "Cramp Pills."
They are UNcoated and I about choked.
And then...
THEN!
Got the "decision" for my time off requests for St. Pat's Day.
DENIED
I'm SO pissed, and am completely hoping that I'm termed on Monday.
Cuz I cannot justify leaving a job on the off chance that I can make it to Noo Yawk to meet me redds, but...that's SO what I want to do.
And this has gone on too long already.
And now I'm afraid I missed the party. Cuz no one is in Flash. I checked at 7:43, my time, and now it's 8:09....
Dangit.
I think I need to get to bed.
Tags: Life Work
