20 June
I mean, I know that I am more touchy and irritable when I am ovulating, but it really seems to me that more irritating things happen when I am ovulating!
(And I know that you must be kind of tired of hearing about my fertility cycle, but that's when I PMS!)
So yesterday I get to work and the first thing that happens is that New Chick (I really must re-name her...how about The Raccoon? Yes, that's a good one, and not because she wears too much eyeliner or something--so remember, New Chick is now The Raccoon.)
So where was I? O yeah, so I walk through the door and The Raccoon runs into my cubicle, saying that we have to magically produce a lost invoice and check copy that went missing a month ago, and she had already torn my cubicle apart (though that meant that it ended up being a good deal neater than how it started) and we had to find it so that Linus could fax the check copy and she was going to go through the files.
So all I could really do was re-look in my cubicle vaguely. Then I looked in The Raccoon's cubicle, because I thought that would be a neat joke if it was there after she had said four times "You had it last!" And I thought "O, so we're playing the blame game are we?"
Anyway, as I was there, Linus came round and I told him that we couldn't find the backup, and he asked me what the check number was, and I told him, and he said "Okay, that's really all I need" so that was alot of Sturm und Drung for nothing.
Anyway, so I sit down to try and get some work done, and Lidia came by asking me to void and re-issue two checks because one had an invoice left off of it and the other was wrong because she had written it up wrong, so I was just left muttering "Cunt cunt fucking CUNT" to myself, because that's the nastiest word I can think of, and in fact, when I voided the checks and the voucher and I had to put an official explanation, I wrote "Wrong amount * " and the * meant "Fucking cunt".
Well, it made me feel better.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, I got paged by this guy in supplies who said that he had a call for me. Foolishly, I took it, and it was The Evil Guy from the Linen Company (See here and here for backstory). Thank God we had actually cut him a check the other day, because if we had not he just would have come and sat in the lobby until we surrendered, weeping.
After I hung up, I called the guy in supplies and said "I can't believe that you suckered me into taking that call! I hate that guy!" and he said "But he seems like such a nice old man!" and I said "Well, he may seem that way, but in fact he is evil and must be destroyed!"
At that point I'm so tense that steam is coming out of my eyes, and I am handed an Airbourne Express packet from a client, and I opened it, teeth gritted, and it was a box of candy in thanks for being helpful with a getting a big check out!
It came just in the nick of time, let me tell you. I was about ready to strafe the place.
After work I dragged my irritated carcass out to fucking Williamsburg, of all places for a surprise birthday party for Terry Baker, who really is most astonishingly old! That was a JOKE!
Anyway, everyone was supposed to get there by 7.15, as Terry was supposed to be kept busy elsewhere until 7.30, but I got there at 7.25 (terrified that I was going to run into Terry in front of his house and wondering what on earth lie I would tell "Hey, you live here? I'm visiting my, um, friend who lives, er, on the next block!") and he was already there! As far as I could ascertain, it wasn't much of a surprise, as surprises go, but it was a swell party!
I mostly hung out with Tracing, who had said she was bringing her husband, but after a couple of hours, when she hadn't introduced me, I asked if they were the kind of couple who never speak to each other at parties, or if he had not, in fact, came! It was the latter, of course. It would have been nice to meet him, but then I would have sat in a corner crying 'cause I had no-one to talk to, so it was okay that he didn't make it.
We also chatted for a while with Xander Mellish, the woman who runs Web Writers in the Flesh, and I actually had the presence of mind to remind her that I had written, asking her if I could read at the next go-round in the fall. She was really nice, and I was all charming and interesting, the way I can be if I don't let myself think about being shy, and I think I have a pretty good chance of being invited to read.
Unless she reads this site and loathes it's very existence, but I think if you like me in real life you'll like this, and vice-versa.
One year ago today:
Actually, I'd just as soon, it didn't advertise my fat ass.
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