Oh my dears. I was feeling reasonably upbeat this morning when I sat at my desk and turned on my computron. Ugh, was.
(I say reasonably upbeat because I'd had a bit of a weird weekend. I had a really nice time at a function on Saturday afternoon, got rather drunk and spent the rest of Saturday night sobering up. In fact I promised my friend Graeme I'd write a blog post about Saturday but I'm not in the right headspace at the moment.
Then I went to my regular knitting group on Sunday and nobody showed up, so I got kind of shitty and frustrated and ended up feeling like I'd wasted an entire afternoon. In fairness the knitting group is one of those drop-in things that people come and go at, so I didn't have a real right to be ticked off, but the reality is that sitting alone at a table for 6 for 45 minutes in a crowded beer garden, while everybody else who is looking for a table gives you the stink eye, is officially no fun.)
Anyhoo, back to today. So after posting my previous post early this morning about the GLBTI Blogger Meet I started a task here at work that is so mind numbingly tedious and frustrating that if I actually told you in detail, well all your synapses would simulatneously explode in misguided attempt at self-preservation.
The short description is to do with Income & Expenditure reports, with us carefully informing our head office of where each item we bank needs to be allocated, and with them apparently shredding everything we send them and then randomly reassembling them into something that uses the same source material, but bears no relation to the spirit (or meaning) of the original. My task is kind of like looking at the original and looking at the end result and trying to reconcile the two. Fun!
I think my own synapses started committing hari-kiri some hours ago...