Guess what? This entry? It’s going to feature some nice bitching about work! I’m sure you’re all just SHOCKED.
I have a hearing next week in
St. Louis. In and of itself, this is not a horrible thing. Getting away from this increasingly weird-vibe shithole is somewhat appealing, but leaving at 7:30 Saturday morning for a hearing that doesn’t start till Monday? Not so much. We’re allegedly going to “be available for our client.” Translation: sit around in a boring-ass hotel room all fucking day for a one-hour meeting. Heaven forbid our client should have to work on Sunday instead of Saturday. Way to fuck up my weekend, Mr. Snorty.
Furthermore, every time I talk to Ms. Whiny, the urge to bitch-slap her upside her (strangely flat and pointy at the same time) head gets stronger and stronger. It’s been a long time since someone pushed my buttons in quite this fashion, and sooner or later, I fear that I will be forced to push back. There’s only so much of being treated like a retarded five-year-old who just shit all over her 5000-thread-count sheets that I can take.
The travel thing is weird to me right now. When I originally applied for this job, I was unattached. And honestly, the person to whom I was loosely “attached” for the preceding time period….well, let’s just say I never really missed him much when I was gone. I’ve always liked to go places (especially when someone else is paying for it…hehe), and had never actually had a job where I got to go anywhere but to the fucking courthouse, bank, office supply store (and that was a rare treat), so I thought it would be fun. Plus, I got fed a lot of shit about going to cool places. So far, it’s been your basic Midwestern meccas that I’ve seen before…and I don’t think there’s anything “cool” on the docket until October. Unless
Cleveland has somehow magically become cool. At present, though, going somewhere means I will miss someone.
The Universe does have a way of making you eat your words. During my quasi-relationship with the former GID, and actually, in most of the ones I had before that, I felt like once a week was a perfectly acceptable…nay, DESIRABLE…amount of time to spend with your significant (or insignificant) other. But since I have actually been involved with someone whose work schedule and mine are not exactly conducive to weeknight hanging out…someone who I actually want to spend more time with…I’ve realized that perhaps once a week is not enough. And when that once a week is turned into 8 hours by virtue of a job that is pissing you off more and more with each passing day…well, that just blows the goat ass.