Crabby Patty

This morning I was ready to bite the heads off my co-workers and spit the bits of hair and brains out onto the street. For the first hour and a half at work, I was thwarted with every task I tried to complete. First the supervisor wasn’t there (she called from the beach) and well, frankly, I needed to talk to her about something she said she was going to do but didn’t. Then the big boss denied me a request. A request that would allow me to do some work. I know, not allowed. Then the big boss emailed me to ask if I had briefed everyone on a new way that we’re going to have to account for our time spent developing courses. I felt like saying that would be hard to do since until reading this very email I wasn’t sure which method we were going to use to account for time (I developed two different methods). Instead I replied that I’d write up instructions on how to use the database and send them to her and we could proceed from there. Someone else hollered out my name for some help about something that I don’t even remember doing except that it interrupted me and grrrr.

I did what anyone who doesn’t want to spend a half hour flossing co-worker head bits out of her teeth would do. I chatted with a friend via email. A much better way to spend a half hour.

At lunch one of the co-workers who was asked to write a grad school recommendation asked me if I got hers in the mail. I told her no but that I had asked four people for recommendations in case someone said they couldn’t do it or the mail was delayed. I thanked her for taking the time but that I needed to go ahead and mail the application. She looked either very guilty (like she had lied the whole time about sending it to me) or very embarrassed that she didn’t get me the recommendation in a timely fashion. Either way, I’m so over it. I only asked four people to write recommendations because I was sick of waiting on hers.