*beats head on wall*

[rivendellrose]

So. Tonight has been not so terribly great.

I've spent all day trying to write my gods-damned final paper, with moderate success. Noted earlier today that, yes, there was a business meeting tonight and, depending on where it was (as of early this afternoon there was no news on this on the mailing list) I would either go or send in my report.

I then forgot about the business meeting, because of concentration on the paper. I remembered about half an hour ago while in the shower, scolded myself, and, on getting out, went to find the online report-submission tool. No luck. So I go to my email to send off a plea to the Bunstable list for someone to link me to the damned thing... and note that I have an email from work. I apparently missed a call from someone who was trying to hook up a laptop. I don't know exactly how I did this since the phone was on and forwarded all night after my first colossally impressive move of forgetting to forward it and having a call go to Ryan, one of my sort-of-supervisors. But that was not the call that I missed. This was another call... a call from the room of the bitch TA who I hate. So I really can officially blame all my current problems with work on her. Small comfort, but you take what you can get.

I do not need this. I need to write my gods-damned paper in PEACE and I don't need to be worrying that my boss is pissed off at me and considering transferring me like he did one of the other guys in our office. I also don't need to be thinking about how tomorrow's work is going to be nightmare thanks to finals week and more TAs who want to run their sessions to the last minute and move all the god-damned furniture in the whole damned building around to other rooms. Which kind of makes me start thinking that I might like to be transferred, but I can't because then I really wouldn't have enough money for rent, food, etc.

You know, if I'd just gotten the office or library job that I'd originally wanted in the first place, this wouldn't be happening. But no, the only place hiring at that time three years ago just had to be CSS. Which I some days really love - and other days hate and cannot understand why they don't get the concept of "you guys hired me knowing I wasn't good at this shit, so why the fuck are you surprised that I don't pick it up very fast?!"

So. Yeah. I frigging hate finals week.

Comments

[narsilion.livejournal.com]

I'm so very sorry about your evening AND about the present week, I didn't think about the clue groups being even crazier (although it TOTALLY makes sense) Did you ever find anything out about the business meeting? The call you missed must have been Sunday?
I'm sure it hapens to other people occasionally too, don't beat yourself up too badly.
Love you! *hugs and hopes for better evening for you tonight*

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

I missed the meeting, and then the thing ate my report that I tried to send in. So blargh. It does, I just get freaked out because this is kind of a high-stress job, if I don't get things right.

*hugs* Here's hoping....