TIME WARP - days after the blackout
Days after the blackout, my day job commanded my full attention to all things fuct up in the office. Yesterday I was left as the only Admin/IT/Facilities person around to deal with the timed lights, electronic door locks, phone system, voicemail, fax machines, and server room air-conditioning on top of my regular job of meetings, computers, administration, etc.
You see, I’m being attacked by this woman in my office who thinks these incidents are hilarious. She seems to ensure I’m overworked because she has a history of driving people she doesn’t like “crazy” or to “have a nervous breakdown”. However, in my case, I’m finding it annoying and all, but amusing enough to write in a book.
Besides, I haven’t let her get to me because I realized she was a vindictive psychotic sadly pathetic bitch (and not just retarded, of which, she does maintain some traits).
And as an informational side note, she doesn’t like me because I stick up for myself and don’t let her bully me. I’m perfectly nice to everyone and do a damn good job. She’s bored with her life and hates herself, there’s only so much I can do for that sort of thing. It seems I often come across these types of people.
Anyway, my mom is actually coming to NYC. Yes, it is for a dire situation, but she’s gracing ole Sodom and Gomorrah with her presence and that’s a long awaited event—4 years to be exact. Nothing like the thousands of years we’ve been waiting for Jesus to return, though. So for the record, I do consider myself lucky.
Things are slow with my writing, I just can’t get comfortable. I’m not happy at work (see above), my professional life is slowing down, and my personal life could qualify as either an MTV reality show or a cruel version of Punk’d with new host Satan. I’ll refrain from providing details, however. Let’s just say I’m so stifled, distracted, irritated, taken advantage of, and underappreciated in a way to make a girl cry and give up on life in the big city altogether.