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I continue to have problems with my psych office. They did not call in my prescription yesterday, and I am now officially out. There is a very grumpy call in my near future. They're screwing with my sleep, and I take that fairly seriously. I have enough trouble with the prescription. Without it, I just will not sleep, and that is not good for me. First comes headaches (check, had that last night), then comes mental health crashing. I'd rather not get to that stage.
On the plus side, the HVAC people came out to confirm that the gas lines are holding pressure. After six weeks, they're still at 20 PSI, where they were originally put, so that's a good thing. Next up, the inspection will happen, and then we can move to the next step. Unfortunately, there's still a good three steps between us and getting gas, but at least there's hope that it's moving forward. I'm just waiting for the first hot shower in our new-ish bathroom. (they turned the gas off before I could use it) Right now, it's an electric kettle and a camp shower, which takes much more executive function to plan than I have most days. Right around the time we got the new bathroom, we also got a new more efficient hot water heater, so I look forward to seeing what that baby can do.
Impeachment today! I'm still not holding my breath on the Senate, but one can hope. If nothing else, I can hope the Republicans realize that there's no more use for him and discard him like yesterday's trash. Again, not expecting it.
Today we have a team meeting at work. This is always fun with my complaining coworkers. (I remind you that they once compared our work from home spreadsheet jockey job to the slaves of ancient Egypt.) There are changes coming down the pike, and I have a feeling they're not going to take it well. From our top manager's video, it seems like there may be plans to put us back on the phones (20% of the time). It doesn't thrill me, but I'll deal if it comes to be. It seems like they'd be using us as the "I'd like to speak to your superior" people, which I didn't mind particularly. It's supposed to keep us in touch with the customer base, which fair. I don't really have any connection with the customers right now. They're a nebulous concept of people who constantly miss their fucking deliveries. I send them emails, but that's it. The most I talk to them is the occasional transport call, and 90% of those, the customer doesn't answer.
Then, tomorrow, we have another fucking meeting, this one for the people who do the Not Delivered Reports. Also fun. Can you tell how much I love meetings? That one will be for people to bitch about how much they have to do, and that no one helps them ever. If you worked a little harder, you wouldn't need help. I've seen your reports, and they're not that bad. I can do my reports, plus my coworkers, and still have time left over to help out in various areas, for fuck's sake.
I may be a little bitchy today. Huh. Well, that should help with the call to the psych office. Wish me luck!
On the plus side, the HVAC people came out to confirm that the gas lines are holding pressure. After six weeks, they're still at 20 PSI, where they were originally put, so that's a good thing. Next up, the inspection will happen, and then we can move to the next step. Unfortunately, there's still a good three steps between us and getting gas, but at least there's hope that it's moving forward. I'm just waiting for the first hot shower in our new-ish bathroom. (they turned the gas off before I could use it) Right now, it's an electric kettle and a camp shower, which takes much more executive function to plan than I have most days. Right around the time we got the new bathroom, we also got a new more efficient hot water heater, so I look forward to seeing what that baby can do.
Impeachment today! I'm still not holding my breath on the Senate, but one can hope. If nothing else, I can hope the Republicans realize that there's no more use for him and discard him like yesterday's trash. Again, not expecting it.
Today we have a team meeting at work. This is always fun with my complaining coworkers. (I remind you that they once compared our work from home spreadsheet jockey job to the slaves of ancient Egypt.) There are changes coming down the pike, and I have a feeling they're not going to take it well. From our top manager's video, it seems like there may be plans to put us back on the phones (20% of the time). It doesn't thrill me, but I'll deal if it comes to be. It seems like they'd be using us as the "I'd like to speak to your superior" people, which I didn't mind particularly. It's supposed to keep us in touch with the customer base, which fair. I don't really have any connection with the customers right now. They're a nebulous concept of people who constantly miss their fucking deliveries. I send them emails, but that's it. The most I talk to them is the occasional transport call, and 90% of those, the customer doesn't answer.
Then, tomorrow, we have another fucking meeting, this one for the people who do the Not Delivered Reports. Also fun. Can you tell how much I love meetings? That one will be for people to bitch about how much they have to do, and that no one helps them ever. If you worked a little harder, you wouldn't need help. I've seen your reports, and they're not that bad. I can do my reports, plus my coworkers, and still have time left over to help out in various areas, for fuck's sake.
I may be a little bitchy today. Huh. Well, that should help with the call to the psych office. Wish me luck!
