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brightbluegirlI HATE that when I answer the phone at work, a lot of people say "Oh, can you transfer me over to tech support?" just because I'm a girl, and I have to spit out "I AM in tech support" between gritted teeth and still sound friendly and competent and willing to help out. (The guys say it happens to them once in a while, but it doesn't happen as much as it does to me, I know... I hear them answer calls)
Bleh.
I really do hate this job sometimes (most of the time). I can do so much more.
This morning, just before I woke up, I had one of those horrible stress dreams. The frustrating dreams where I have to do this thing, but all these other things keep happening, and it's hard to concentrate on everything because it's all so busy and loud and up up up, and I'm just trying to do this one god damned thing, and hours and hours are passing for something that would normally take 5 minutes.
In this dream, I was at work, and they'd moved my desk, and I didn't have a monitor (mine was broken) but I had to purchase something for someone, and the customers were standing over me, and talking and asking questions, and I had a puppy, and there was a festival going on outside, and it was very very busy. I just wanted to finish the job so I could go outside and walk my puppy (a metaphor for my life, I'm sure), but the job was so difficult to get done because I had no monitor and the customers were giving me a hard time and whatnot.
I finally got the job done, at least good enough, and tried to find the leash for the puppy, but everything had gotten moved around with my desk, so I found a leash I'd used for jewelry and was getting ready to use that when Aaron woke up and Cam woke up (They were sleeping in bedrooms attached to the office)? And Aaron wanted to take me for lunch and Cam was wearing a bathrobe and had orange candies in a silver dish by his door.
Then the alarm went off and I had to get up, even though the dream made me feel all out of sorts.
Bleh.
We spent a lot of time last night making this Raw Thai Coconut soup, and then I discovered that I don't really like it. I mean, it doesn't taste BAD, but all the spices/garlic/etc together just kind of make my tummy close up. I feel bad, because I don't want us to waste food and I don't want Andrew to have to eat something just because I don't like it, but I can't eat it.
Yesterday after work I felt pretty down. I still do, I guess, but not so bad. My stomach hurt, it was windy so biking home was a chore (especially with a hurty tummy), and I just felt grody. I tried to have a nap, but there was a bird outside my window, being all sweet and nature-y and just TOO FUCKING LOUD.
So I clumped around all night, and that's about it. Andrew gave me a massage with the thumper before bed, and THAT was wonderful. Sweet boy.
Bleh.
I really do hate this job sometimes (most of the time). I can do so much more.
This morning, just before I woke up, I had one of those horrible stress dreams. The frustrating dreams where I have to do this thing, but all these other things keep happening, and it's hard to concentrate on everything because it's all so busy and loud and up up up, and I'm just trying to do this one god damned thing, and hours and hours are passing for something that would normally take 5 minutes.
In this dream, I was at work, and they'd moved my desk, and I didn't have a monitor (mine was broken) but I had to purchase something for someone, and the customers were standing over me, and talking and asking questions, and I had a puppy, and there was a festival going on outside, and it was very very busy. I just wanted to finish the job so I could go outside and walk my puppy (a metaphor for my life, I'm sure), but the job was so difficult to get done because I had no monitor and the customers were giving me a hard time and whatnot.
I finally got the job done, at least good enough, and tried to find the leash for the puppy, but everything had gotten moved around with my desk, so I found a leash I'd used for jewelry and was getting ready to use that when Aaron woke up and Cam woke up (They were sleeping in bedrooms attached to the office)? And Aaron wanted to take me for lunch and Cam was wearing a bathrobe and had orange candies in a silver dish by his door.
Then the alarm went off and I had to get up, even though the dream made me feel all out of sorts.
Bleh.
We spent a lot of time last night making this Raw Thai Coconut soup, and then I discovered that I don't really like it. I mean, it doesn't taste BAD, but all the spices/garlic/etc together just kind of make my tummy close up. I feel bad, because I don't want us to waste food and I don't want Andrew to have to eat something just because I don't like it, but I can't eat it.
Yesterday after work I felt pretty down. I still do, I guess, but not so bad. My stomach hurt, it was windy so biking home was a chore (especially with a hurty tummy), and I just felt grody. I tried to have a nap, but there was a bird outside my window, being all sweet and nature-y and just TOO FUCKING LOUD.
So I clumped around all night, and that's about it. Andrew gave me a massage with the thumper before bed, and THAT was wonderful. Sweet boy.
