I don’t know if I’m more irritated by the people that have irritated me, or by the fact that my irritation is keeping me awake. It’s the ungodly hour of almost-5-a.m. and I am lying in bed thinking about my got-damn co-workers.
To spare you all the bitching and moaning, I’ll just say that yesterday was one of those days where it’s like I’m the only person on the planet that is paying any fucking attention to what is going on. I always follow these bouts by asking myself why I even care. Why am I letting this stress me out? I get paid the same either way. There’s no incentive for me, (personally, or for us, as a team) to do better, other than personal motivation to be good at what I do. So it’d probably be better on my blood pressure for me to not give a shit, but I can’t help it. I do. Other people’s fuck-ups do not necessarily have to create more work for me, but if I let things slide that creates more work for others, and that makes me feel bad.
Add to that, African Lover Man, whom I have officially filed a complaint against due to the sexual nature of his comments and behavior, made another thinking-with-the-other-head remark which may have been skeevy but innocuous coming from someone I didn’t have a history of problems with. He’s crossed the threshold into Can Do No Right territory, so that got my dander up and I was also mad at myself for being caught so off guard that I didn’t say anything to him at the time.
On top of all that, I volunteered to work nights for the next week (I currently work afternoons, if you’ll recall), and it’s my turn to put in overtime this weekend, and that’s not too big a deal except that it amounts to working 12 straight days and I’m tired just thinking about it.
So, since dawn is here, that means the lakes are open, and it’s my day to cross-train. I’m gonna go do a couple laps on rollerblades around Lake Calhoun. Hopefully tiring out my body will override my mind and I’ll be able to get a good nap in before I go back to work this afternoon.
