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deathpixie) wrote2008-01-16 11:53 am
deathpixie) wrote2008-01-16 11:53 am
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PSA: Beware the Cranky
I'm not sure why, but everything is irritating the crap out of me today.
My bath of last night had the reverse effect intended - instead of feeling better, I felt horrible, all cold and achey and tired, so I missed band night and wound up in bed, cuddling the wall heating vent all night despite the thick duvet and the pyjama pants I had on. And I'm still not great today - the flu is apparently doing a last stand against my immune system. Yay for feelings of isolation and guilt brought on by the fact I'm too damn sick to do anything or talk to anyone. Including my roommate last night - there were maybe five words exchanged as he got up out of bed and I was heading towards mine.
Counselling... eh. Wasn't bad, wasn't good, just was. I at least walked home, tho'.
Work... I had to send Natasha a second email, justifying why I should be given access to a certain computer system that we use for records, since I have to get other people to add any new files for Alvin or Jane and it's annoying to them and to me. Apparently "so I can do my job properly" wasn't good enough. God I hate bureaucracy and pedantry sometimes. *grfs* And it doesn't help every time I get settled into something, someone interrupts me, and not even with 'important' things, stupid little computer-related issues that because I'm not a technical moron, I'm apparently the source of all answers.
Various other things are bugging me as well, nothing major in and of itself, but all culminating to make me cranky and exasperated and irritable. And snappish. Yay. I'm starting to think the best option might be to turn off anything resembling inter-communication and go do my filing, before I bite someone's head off more than I already have.
My bath of last night had the reverse effect intended - instead of feeling better, I felt horrible, all cold and achey and tired, so I missed band night and wound up in bed, cuddling the wall heating vent all night despite the thick duvet and the pyjama pants I had on. And I'm still not great today - the flu is apparently doing a last stand against my immune system. Yay for feelings of isolation and guilt brought on by the fact I'm too damn sick to do anything or talk to anyone. Including my roommate last night - there were maybe five words exchanged as he got up out of bed and I was heading towards mine.
Counselling... eh. Wasn't bad, wasn't good, just was. I at least walked home, tho'.
Work... I had to send Natasha a second email, justifying why I should be given access to a certain computer system that we use for records, since I have to get other people to add any new files for Alvin or Jane and it's annoying to them and to me. Apparently "so I can do my job properly" wasn't good enough. God I hate bureaucracy and pedantry sometimes. *grfs* And it doesn't help every time I get settled into something, someone interrupts me, and not even with 'important' things, stupid little computer-related issues that because I'm not a technical moron, I'm apparently the source of all answers.
Various other things are bugging me as well, nothing major in and of itself, but all culminating to make me cranky and exasperated and irritable. And snappish. Yay. I'm starting to think the best option might be to turn off anything resembling inter-communication and go do my filing, before I bite someone's head off more than I already have.