Thursday - The new Monday!

*sigh*

I remember when Thursdays used to be boring. Now I'm thinking Thursdays are the new Monday.

Lately, we sit around on Monday wondering why we're not getting many messages, and spend most of Thursday in fast forward, trying to get everything done.

I think I like being bored better. Can we go back to that please?

With a cherry on top?

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Today is really NOT the day to mess with me.

It all started with me having a REALLY hard time getting my right contact in.

I know. It sounds like such a simple, stupid thing, doesn't it?

I'd put it on my eyeball, blink the tiniest blink ever in the history of the world and it would end up under my eye.

Insert contact. Blink. Swear.

Insert contact. Blink. Swear.

Insert contact. Blink. Swear.

Literally 10 minutes later, I thought "Screw the right one. I'll do the left first and then the right".

The left contact (of course) went in on the first try. The right one then took a few more times.

And THAT is why I sleep in my contacts, even though I'm not supposed to. I could have done both my hair and my makeup in the time it took me to battle with my contacts.

Grrr.

So, I was already running a bit late (or, in reality "thrown off my usual nearly-autistic schedule and routine"). Then I had to clean out the cat litter and take all the trash out since I didn't do it last night. I made a few trips outside, and on my last trip I dropped my spare key somewhere in the trash can.

That pretty much did it. I went inside, yelled to my husband about what I'd done, and cried at him for a couple minutes while I washed my hands in the kitchen sink.

Joy. Hooray, TODAY!

Then, I got in the car and nearly slid out in front of a minivan at the end of my street.

MORE JOY!

I got to work already having cried once, already cranky, and pretty much just wanting to go home and crawl back into bed.

About a half an hour after I got here, BFH came into my office carrying a file. I thought, "Oh shit. What did I do now?"

"Uhm...you deleted this guy out of the system."

"Excuse me? I what? Why would I delete someone?"

"Well, he died. You made his kids ready because they were his beneficiaries, but now he's not in the system. You deleted him."

*I went to the V's in the system, scrolled down three names from the kid's names, and found the one she said wasn't there*

"Um, *BFH*? It's right here. It's just spelled without a space in it instead of with the space between the Ver and the rest of it like the kids'."

I should have said "Thanks for playing! Have a nice day." but of course, I didn't.

After she left (without apologizing for accusing me of something I didn't do), I said "Tha fuck?!? Why does she think that just because something's wrong with the system, or really just that she THINKS something is wrong because she didn't look hard enough, I automatically did it?"

I figure I get accused of shit I didn't do at least twice a week here.

Okay lady, I know since the old file clerk is gone, I am once again your Most Hated Person, but stop taking your issues out on me. Find someone else to pick on. OR, just do your freaking job correctly. Try actually fully looking into something and getting all the relevant information before jumping up and rushing to yell at me.

I swear it's like she gets off on yelling at me for things.

*shudder of horror*

Okay, THAT is certainly not something I wanted to think about.

Bleh bleh bleh.

I think I need some Listerine for my brain now.

Bottom line: I really wish I had a flame thrower with me at work today. It would come in REALLY handy.

Well...that, or a fifth of some sort of alcohol in my desk drawer.