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Aug. 29th, 2012 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesToday I'm grumpy, mostly about work and its related issues. (PMS isn't helping, though.)
First of all, I'm camping out in somebody else's office this week because they've torn the ceiling out of 210 in order to put A/C ducting in. So all my files are in a box in my temporary office, but all the little things that make life convenient (utensils to eat lunch with, hair elastics, phone charger, my favorite pen) are in 210, draped in plastic and obscured by ladders. At least I have my own computer, but it's only the tower that's mine; I unplugged the one that belongs in here and plugged all its peripherals into my tower, and this keyboard is different from mine, so I keep hitting Caps Lock by accident.
Second, I think I'm running out of adaptability. I want the whole "K is leaving and we're hiring somebody else" process over with, because I'm going to be the one doing most of the training of "somebody else". Yet again, I've been doing this for longer than my boss has. (Still waiting for seniority to be worth something here.)
Third, and mostly unrelated to work, everything is getting more expensive all at once. Last night I paid for another year of pet insurance, and another month of voice lessons, and there went about $600. The voice lessons just went up, and there are five Saturdays in September, so that was $250. Lily the Indestructible, by virtue of being six years old, now costs $219 for a year of insurance. Snip the Self-Destructive, by virtue of being a year younger, costs $193. The HMS cafeteria raised its prices last week. The vending machine raised its prices this week. I don't even want to think about the fuel bills when it comes time for that. It's not that I don't have the money (thank goodness), but it's the principle of the thing. (I tried to stop buying pet insurance two years ago and the insurance company Would Not Stop Calling Me until I renewed it.)
So yeah, I'm grumpy. But I will say it was nice to wake up this morning and find both cats curled up at the end of the bed. They're very cute when they do that, and after five years I still can't watch Lily yawn without laughing because she looks so silly. She crosses her eyes, sticks her whiskers straight forward and curls the sides of her tongue up. Snip's yawn doesn't look quite as silly, but I refer to her as "O Ye of the Infinitely Expandable Head". I swear I could fit a tennis ball in there.
First of all, I'm camping out in somebody else's office this week because they've torn the ceiling out of 210 in order to put A/C ducting in. So all my files are in a box in my temporary office, but all the little things that make life convenient (utensils to eat lunch with, hair elastics, phone charger, my favorite pen) are in 210, draped in plastic and obscured by ladders. At least I have my own computer, but it's only the tower that's mine; I unplugged the one that belongs in here and plugged all its peripherals into my tower, and this keyboard is different from mine, so I keep hitting Caps Lock by accident.
Second, I think I'm running out of adaptability. I want the whole "K is leaving and we're hiring somebody else" process over with, because I'm going to be the one doing most of the training of "somebody else". Yet again, I've been doing this for longer than my boss has. (Still waiting for seniority to be worth something here.)
Third, and mostly unrelated to work, everything is getting more expensive all at once. Last night I paid for another year of pet insurance, and another month of voice lessons, and there went about $600. The voice lessons just went up, and there are five Saturdays in September, so that was $250. Lily the Indestructible, by virtue of being six years old, now costs $219 for a year of insurance. Snip the Self-Destructive, by virtue of being a year younger, costs $193. The HMS cafeteria raised its prices last week. The vending machine raised its prices this week. I don't even want to think about the fuel bills when it comes time for that. It's not that I don't have the money (thank goodness), but it's the principle of the thing. (I tried to stop buying pet insurance two years ago and the insurance company Would Not Stop Calling Me until I renewed it.)
So yeah, I'm grumpy. But I will say it was nice to wake up this morning and find both cats curled up at the end of the bed. They're very cute when they do that, and after five years I still can't watch Lily yawn without laughing because she looks so silly. She crosses her eyes, sticks her whiskers straight forward and curls the sides of her tongue up. Snip's yawn doesn't look quite as silly, but I refer to her as "O Ye of the Infinitely Expandable Head". I swear I could fit a tennis ball in there.
