i am exhausted. like, consistently fucking wiped-out since last monday. i haven’t felt quite right since falling into the clutches of teh uber-plague. and i’m certain it’s all out of my system and everything but fuck, man…so very tired, so very unable to sleep, so constantly running on empty. it’s starting to devour my brainmeats, just a little bit.
especially at work, which is seriously starting to suck a rotted dick these days. and you know, i don’t typically enjoy bitching about work, especially cuz it just makes everything fester & such. a bit more fresh & irritating the longer you linger on it. but i mean, job #1 is going insane. there is no logic, no reason, nothing conducive to productivity at all. and even the newbies are beginning to be put off by this, fucking even they realize that: 1.) the bigwigs are changing shit up left and right 2.) nobody is telling us a damned thing about said changes 3.) we’re expected to do our jobs, their jobs & just intuitively fucking realize said changes 4.) this shit is fucked up. in summation: total and complete lack of communication.
it caused M to have an all-out screamfest/rant at our “supervisor” douche at the end of the day. which, i totally would have done myself, because apparently we’re getting another processor as well as the fact that she’s being forced to train this even newer newbie without any warning whatsoever. and well, i was pretty fucking stabby after being shuffled around from my station of complete & utter backlog/chaos to an unprepared station where i wasn’t really needed.
it’s just so fucking frustrating when the people who are “in charge” have absolutely no fucking clue about what is is your job entails but seem to think they’re qualified to constantly interfere and make asinine demands regardless. and normally it wouldn’t matter at all, except we’re a production facility at job #1, and this shit affects our output considerably. fuck that.
it’s so fucking frustrating when work-related bullshit like this lingers in my mind…
pi day was a relative success, thankfully. we had an excess of pie this year, but not the absurd surplus of last year’s festivities. people came, they ate, they drank, games were played. all in all, i’d like to think it went ok. at the very least, i hope people enjoyed themselves.
i still haven’t recovered from the BSG finale. nor have i listened to the podcast. and thus, my fridays are now a harsh, gaping void of blah.
::mope::
