quidditchgrrl

A good post never begins with a sigh, does it? Typically I don't let everyday hassles get me down, but today decided to kick my ass. I've been close to tears for three hours and I'm getting a wee bit jittery.

I putzed around this morning and got a late start because Andy wouldn't get out of the shower. He KNOWS I have to be in there before 8 on Tuesdays. Grr. Then I realized that I had no pants to wear, because I only have one pair of khakis and they weren't ironed. So I quickly iron them out (nice, warm pants!) and run upstairs to start the dishwasher. I turn around to load some things, and I drop a glass, which shatters all over the place.

This is fucking boring, isn't it?

I call work to tell them I'm going to be a few minutes late. Start cleaning up the glass as best I can in bare feet, turn the dishwasher on, put Bernie back in his cage, and hoof it out the door. Only 15 minutes late to work. >.<

Now that I've filled two of my three empty shelving slots, I'm able to sit down and work on my evaluation of my problem employee. I have to make a timeline and work through audit forms I had her fill out for a couple of months.

Looking through them closely, I realize she's been taking half-hour breaks instead of the allotted fifteen minutes. And no one noticed it.

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk* *splat*

It's not even worth it to try and go back to regain that lost time, but I have to give her coaching this week sometime. I swear, I understand why it's easier to promote than it is to terminate someone. We have the lawyers looking things over now, and I'm hoping against hope that this is coming to an end. Soon. Maybe.

After I scraped my brains off the desk, I headed over to the gym to work out. Not until I start changing do I realize that I've leaked through my tampon, pad, underwear *and* my pants - there is a HUGE stain on my ONLY pair of khakis. How long I walked around like that, I have no clue. I don't know if I stained my desk chair at work. All I know is that I couldn't work out, and I just felt like bawling right then and there.

I was going to be short of funds tomorrow when the electric bill went through (almost $200! And we were without power for 2 days! wtf), so I asked Andy for money enough to cover half the bill until Friday, when I pay him my half of the rent.

He was all pissy about it, which pissed me off - I NEVER ask him for money - and we snarked at each other all night long. I didn't even get a hug for my bad day. :((

Something's been bugging him, too, but he won't tell me what it is - money troubles, I assume - and he's started twitching in his sleep. That's how I know, and I've taken to staying up late/sleeping downstairs to avoid him (he has night terrors when he's stressed out). I hate it when he won't talk to me, because inevitably I end up paying for it, one way or another. But that's a post for another day.

I don't know if I should feel unloved that only two people have responded to my music meme, or whether I'm so uber-hip that no one can guess the others. I fear it's the former, which does nothing for my ego.

Good news: my khakis came out clean in the wash! *happy dance*

In the interest of moving beyond today's ugliness, tomorrow's to do list:
-work out in the AM
-start editing what

critch sent me yesterday
-look over edits and print out Rainbow newsletter
-go to Rainbow board meeting
-return pants (too big, dammit)
-work on gift ficlets

Random hugs to

silverbookworm,

hastyent and

jacyevans, because they need them MUCH more than I do. *HUGS*