Work has been sucking up waaaaay too much personal time lately - so here's my first post in a while:
While my vanity (and let's face it, I appear to have a lot) would love for me to say "this place couldn't last without me", it's not true. It's just not. And yet - if I tried to take a vacation, I swear half the department would hunt me down and make my life miserable with conference calls, 'if (I) could just join this *one* call . . . '. No. No. No. FINE. What's the point of going on vacation if you're still working?
The other day (about 15 minutes prior to a complete melt-down on my colleagues) I got into the elevator and someone asked me "how's it going?" The guy in the elevator with him whispered frantically, "Dude - didn't you look at her face? Why would you ask her that?!". I gave the whispering colleage the smile with too many teeth and rather chillingly politely told the solicitous person "I'm grouchy. As usual." He really was only trying to be nice. I think it's especially good form to be sweet to the people you aren't intent on destroying just prior to going postal on someone else. And I really did feel as though I was going to melt down on said colleages when I returned to that conference room. Why? Because I know that they could not resist poking the bear. Why? Because they are idiots.
Next up: Prediction for a Future Disappointment
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