Days. One of those. Fuck it.
Jul. 24th, 2003 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksRight. So, every once a month, I have one of those days that makes me want to perform a hysterectomy on myself with a toothpick, as being the preferable and less painful alternative. Yesterday was one of those, so I called in sick everywhere, took Significant Pain Medication, and spent as little time as possible actually conscious. Consciousness is overrated. I woke up this morning still feeling the same way, but knowing that I had to go in to work, because I had made arrangements (earlier in the week, before dying) to have lunch with one of the nice ladies down the hall, and I don't have her extension, so couldn't call to say I wasn't coming.
Now, you have to understand that Harvard and I have a very bad paperwork-related relationship. I turn it in, they don't do it. I think it may be a thing having to do with my department, because no one else I know has this problem, but around here in my office they all take it for granted. As in, everyone just took for granted the fact that, Harvard having not gotten around to giving me an ID, I would spend about two minutes explaining myself to the security guard every morning, the security guard would let me by, and that would be that. The office told me not to worry about this. As in, the department administrator told me not to worry about this.
This morning, by the time I got to the front desk, I was running five minutes late for my lunch date, due to not really being able to walk without wincing. So this morning is the morning the security people picked to decide that they had unilaterally had enough of this, send me over to the ID people at the other art museum, have those ID people call payroll and bitch at them for half an hour, have payroll talk to me on the phone and make me answer all the questions I've given them *three times on three fucking forms*, have payroll misspell everything in the first thing they faxed to ID despite my having spelled it for them over the phone, have ID's camera break down, and have ID mention that oh, they'll deliver my ID to the building later today and I don't really need to get in *now*, do I? Yes. Half an hour ago.
So, some phone calls later, after I actually get in, I get up to the office of my lunch partner, apologies prepared, to discover that she has given up and gone without me. Have left note falling on sword etc., but still feel bloody guilty. Do not like not turning up without explanation. I went from her office to the office I work in, feeling lousy, decided I had better call my German teacher and cancel German today on grounds of death, and guess who's phone was busy repeatedly? I have emailed. I hope that's enough.
I would ask what else could go wrong today, but was just interrupted by the nice lady delivering my ID, which is the wrong one for the things I need to access and is spelt wrong, too.
I'm leaving a note for my boss, who isn't in yet, explaining my absence on account of illness, taking myself out for something large and ferociously chocolatey, and giving the fuck up for the day.
Now, you have to understand that Harvard and I have a very bad paperwork-related relationship. I turn it in, they don't do it. I think it may be a thing having to do with my department, because no one else I know has this problem, but around here in my office they all take it for granted. As in, everyone just took for granted the fact that, Harvard having not gotten around to giving me an ID, I would spend about two minutes explaining myself to the security guard every morning, the security guard would let me by, and that would be that. The office told me not to worry about this. As in, the department administrator told me not to worry about this.
This morning, by the time I got to the front desk, I was running five minutes late for my lunch date, due to not really being able to walk without wincing. So this morning is the morning the security people picked to decide that they had unilaterally had enough of this, send me over to the ID people at the other art museum, have those ID people call payroll and bitch at them for half an hour, have payroll talk to me on the phone and make me answer all the questions I've given them *three times on three fucking forms*, have payroll misspell everything in the first thing they faxed to ID despite my having spelled it for them over the phone, have ID's camera break down, and have ID mention that oh, they'll deliver my ID to the building later today and I don't really need to get in *now*, do I? Yes. Half an hour ago.
So, some phone calls later, after I actually get in, I get up to the office of my lunch partner, apologies prepared, to discover that she has given up and gone without me. Have left note falling on sword etc., but still feel bloody guilty. Do not like not turning up without explanation. I went from her office to the office I work in, feeling lousy, decided I had better call my German teacher and cancel German today on grounds of death, and guess who's phone was busy repeatedly? I have emailed. I hope that's enough.
I would ask what else could go wrong today, but was just interrupted by the nice lady delivering my ID, which is the wrong one for the things I need to access and is spelt wrong, too.
I'm leaving a note for my boss, who isn't in yet, explaining my absence on account of illness, taking myself out for something large and ferociously chocolatey, and giving the fuck up for the day.
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Date: 2003-07-24 12:07 pm (UTC)When you come back to Bryn Mawr, let's determine by scientific experiment whether it's possible to get drunk on Godiva liqueur and then ramble at each other about rock music for several hours.
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Date: 2003-07-25 08:17 am (UTC)Lila
Comfort doesn't translate into binary. Unfortunately.
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Date: 2003-07-24 03:06 pm (UTC)I don't know if it would help. But maybe it's worth a try?
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