So far, as we enter the holiday weekend, things have been pretty quiet here at work. Well, in terms of work, at any rate. On the actual auditory front, things are a bit louder as I find myself surrounded by people (not so much on my desk) who just won’t shut the hell up.
And the people seem to be inescapable. I can’t get a moment’s peace, whether it’s walking along what should be an empty hallway or taking a bathroom break, there’s somebody there making noise and just generally existing.
It would appear that today is one of those days on which I’m hyper-sensitive to the existence – and the various annoyances related to such – of other people and it’s seriously pissing me off.
I suppose the bad mood started last night when I woke up at around 11:30 and found myself struggling to get back to sleep, particularly after I picked up on the sound of the dog upstairs howling because his bitch (by which I mean his owner, not his mate) was apparently out for the evening, leaving him to wail his misery to an uncaring world.
The howling was actually surprisingly subdued and not accompanied by any sort of barking, but it was constant, and in the silence of my room as I was lying there awake I couldn’t help but tune into it and once I’d done so I couldn’t tune it out.
So as I was finally managing to drift back to sleep I did so while imagining myself hurling the dog off of the balcony.
Going to sleep with murderous visions playing through your mind isn’t exactly the best recipe for a good mood come morning.
It certainly didn’t help matters any that the bitch returned home about 45 minutes before I was supposed to be up, which caused the dog to dance for joy a la Snoopy at “Suppertime.”
So when my Nano alarm went off – in the middle of “Alexander The Great” by Bond – I was none too pleased.
And now here I am at work even more irritated than usual.
So that’s fun.
If you check out Scott’s blog you’ll see that he and the family aren’t going to make it to Utah for Christmas thanks to the storm.
But at least he’s not here surrounded by constant irritations (though I doubt that he’d be as irritable as I am).
On Wednesday I got my Christmas present from my mom, which was basically a package o’ meat, or rather, a package o’ meat products.
It’s a gift pack of products from a company back home whose products don’t get distributed out here. So basically it’s a little taste of home and I’m sure to get some use out of it.
I knew it was coming on Wednesday and I thought for sure I’d be home for its arrival. After all, I only had a chiropractor appointment in the early afternoon, and a dentist appointment to get my permanent crowns put in later that afternoon, so the window of opportunity during which I would be home was much larger then the window for when I wouldn’t.
Naturally it arrived while I was gone.
I was annoyed when I grabbed the note from my door and headed inside until I noticed that the note indicated that they’d left the package with my neighbor. A quick knock on a door and I had my package o’ meat products in hand.
(And yes, I realize that sounds dirty. Perverts.)
I’m 90% certain that when I started writing this I had some sort of point, but I’m no longer able to recall what it was, and since, lacking a memory of my point, I’m likely to just ramble on complaining about my shitty mood and general feelings of grinchitude, I suppose I should just bring this to a close.
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