Cheese with that?
Whining. Babies do it. Toddlers do it. Television mob wives (excepting the Sopranos wife) do it. Why not peon editors?
For three glorious days, my boss was out of the office. For three glorious days, I didn't despise this place. I was crazy busy, doing the work of three editors (on Tuesday and Wednesday, at least), but damn, the quiet, the peace.
And this morning I was briefly uplifted when the boss's office was empty. Maybe boss won't come in! Maybe the walking (as opposed to on-the-butt sitting) was too much, and boss will need a day to recuperate. Alas, no such luck. Boss strode in late, dressed Friday casual a day early. And peon felt the will to work drain from her.
I have tons to do today, yet, as opposed to the rest of the week, I have no interest in tackling it. I'd much rather abuse my Internet priviledges and search for a job. But I do that everyday, with no visible success.
"The economy is tough." Bleagh. "Feel fortunate to have a job." Sigh. Truisms. But I'm so very tired and blue and my stomach is all torn up from the strain of having to smile and be courteous to people who are little more than empty spaces.
It's amazing how a single dumbass decision made by managment can utterly destroy an otherwise okay job.
Well, I think this has breathed enough. I'll stick the cork back in for now.