I've been hiding.

Sometimes I get (insane? upset? nuttier than a fruitcake?) depressed. ( Miah rambles about her mental health issues )

Enough with the self pity.

Ass.boss sent me home because I was "sick" today. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I caught her in an act of bad management. She reamed me out on the floor in front of other employees about restocking the stupid backpacks. I walked away, calmed down for about five minutes and then asked to speak with her in her office. BECAUSE I HAVE ENOUGH CLASS TO TAKE IT SOME PLACE PRIVATE! I asked if I could close the door and then sat down and stared at her for a moment.

"You do remember me asking you about the backpacks two weeks ago, right? When I said that they weren't getting restocked by the overstock guys and I asked if I should start doing that myself? Ringing any bells? And then you told me not to worry about it, to let the overstock guys take care of it?"

I swear, I could see the little hamster running around in her brain/wheel. "I do remember something like that, now that you mention it. Yes. I've changed my mind, you need to do it."

"That's fine, but you need to tell me when you make a new decision. Because I've spent the last two weeks following your last decision." Mmm-kay?

"Right. Good point. Very good point. Excellent point. Yes, well." I swear by all that is holy she actually said that.

Then she sent me home because I looked "unwell". Of course I look unwell, I feel like crap, I haven't seen my husband in a month and a half, I have to deal with the F'in ARMY (which would drive any sane person to drinking), in a few short weeks I'm going to have to make a seven hour drive down to his base and deal with the F'in ARMY IN PERSON (which, really, I think deserves several Bahama Mamas and a Cape Cod or four), there's a gigantic web beginning to encircle my house and for Shite's-sake I've got to talk to her every day. Yes, my stomach is upset. It's nerves. Bugger off, cow.

In other news, I've been told that some guy friends are coming out to the house to do "Man's Work" since DH is gone. How cute. I believe they are mainly coming out to de-web the house and to possibly chase Aragog out of the window.

I've been hiding.

Sometimes I get (insane? upset? nuttier than a fruitcake?) depressed. ( Miah rambles about her mental health issues )

Enough with the self pity.

Ass.boss sent me home because I was "sick" today. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I caught her in an act of bad management. She reamed me out on the floor in front of other employees about restocking the stupid backpacks. I walked away, calmed down for about five minutes and then asked to speak with her in her office. BECAUSE I HAVE ENOUGH CLASS TO TAKE IT SOME PLACE PRIVATE! I asked if I could close the door and then sat down and stared at her for a moment.

"You do remember me asking you about the backpacks two weeks ago, right? When I said that they weren't getting restocked by the overstock guys and I asked if I should start doing that myself? Ringing any bells? And then you told me not to worry about it, to let the overstock guys take care of it?"

I swear, I could see the little hamster running around in her brain/wheel. "I do remember something like that, now that you mention it. Yes. I've changed my mind, you need to do it."

"That's fine, but you need to tell me when you make a new decision. Because I've spent the last two weeks following your last decision." Mmm-kay?

"Right. Good point. Very good point. Excellent point. Yes, well." I swear by all that is holy she actually said that.

Then she sent me home because I looked "unwell". Of course I look unwell, I feel like crap, I haven't seen my husband in a month and a half, I have to deal with the F'in ARMY (which would drive any sane person to drinking), in a few short weeks I'm going to have to make a seven hour drive down to his base and deal with the F'in ARMY IN PERSON (which, really, I think deserves several Bahama Mamas and a Cape Cod or four), there's a gigantic web beginning to encircle my house and for Shite's-sake I've got to talk to her every day. Yes, my stomach is upset. It's nerves. Bugger off, cow.

In other news, I've been told that some guy friends are coming out to the house to do "Man's Work" since DH is gone. How cute. I believe they are mainly coming out to de-web the house and to possibly chase Aragog out of the window.