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*very on edge right now*
Ok...this day REALLY needs to end. Like, NOW.
First off, I've been going back into the depressive part of my bipolar cycle, and one of the things that means for me is less sleep. My imagination works overtime, I become almost convinced that something in the shadows is going to grab me, and I have a hard time sleeping. So when I woke up this morning, I was somewhat less than rested.
I get to the office, and realize that I have two major meetings, both with CEO. CRAP. Oh well, it is what it is, just gotta deal with it.
Awesome Boss comes in, does some work, then heads off for a 10am marketing webinar that CEO wants her to go to. 2 minutes later she comes back, and says, "I'm so so sorry, but CEO is insisting that you come, too. This doesn't have anything to do with you, but I can't talk her out of it." So I go and sit through an hour of a webinar that means nothing to me. Manage to multi-task enough to get some stuff done.
That meeting goes a little over, and so we start the NEXT meeting late. This is the one to approve the final version of our quarterly e-zine. The full story is in my thread in Morons in Management, but the short version is: CEO was nitpicking tiny little things like crazy, not happy with anything, then said she was disappointed, and ran out of the room crying. Oooooookay....
So that was my morning! I made it through lunch, with the help of posting on CS, and managed to chill out a little.
Then 2pm...the dreaded Manager's Meeting. A meeting known for its ability to run 2 hours and more. Normally, I don't have to go, but this time I was giving a presentation about our new social media project. Now, I will say this: I ROCKED that presentation. I'm an introvert, and public speaking drains me terribly, but I'm good at it, and it doesn't scare me. It all went well...until CEO starts ranting about how we should all be on social media sites, followed directly by her ranting about how no-one gets any work done because we're all texting and going online for Lolcats and social media. Ooooookay....at least she didn't cry that time.
I make it back to my desk, and try to chill out and get some work done until I can finally go home....where my housemates are waiting to have a house meeting.
Get home, meet with housemates about bug problem, one housemate remains convinced that I put dishes back in the cupboard without washing them (EW!!) I promise that my room will be clean by Sunday evening. They ask, meaning well, how I'm doing with my depression, and if I sometimes need the living room to myself, etc, not realizing that they would be far more helpful to my mental health just by letting me alone to be a hermit when I want to.
FINALLY got back to the apartment where I'm housesitting, eat dinner, and settle in. Decide that after my insane day, I need chocolate. I find some chocolate chips and pecans in the cupboard, and decide to melt the chocolate, mix in the nuts, and make my own candy bar.
I stick it in the microwave, which only zaps it for 3 seconds and dies. Huh. I try again. 3 seconds. Huh. Again. HOLY CRAP, the surface light and fan come on, full power, and won't shut off! The whole control panel is dead! I can't see a plug anywhere! No amount of searching online gives me any hints.
By this point, I am panicky and in tears, and freaking out. Finally, I yank open the cupboard above the microwave, and notice a big cord. Thinking I have nothing to lose, I unplug it. The microwave goes dead. THANK GOD.
So right now, I am sitting here, watching a movie, and just trying to calm down...geez....
Ok...this day REALLY needs to end. Like, NOW.
First off, I've been going back into the depressive part of my bipolar cycle, and one of the things that means for me is less sleep. My imagination works overtime, I become almost convinced that something in the shadows is going to grab me, and I have a hard time sleeping. So when I woke up this morning, I was somewhat less than rested.
I get to the office, and realize that I have two major meetings, both with CEO. CRAP. Oh well, it is what it is, just gotta deal with it.
Awesome Boss comes in, does some work, then heads off for a 10am marketing webinar that CEO wants her to go to. 2 minutes later she comes back, and says, "I'm so so sorry, but CEO is insisting that you come, too. This doesn't have anything to do with you, but I can't talk her out of it." So I go and sit through an hour of a webinar that means nothing to me. Manage to multi-task enough to get some stuff done.
That meeting goes a little over, and so we start the NEXT meeting late. This is the one to approve the final version of our quarterly e-zine. The full story is in my thread in Morons in Management, but the short version is: CEO was nitpicking tiny little things like crazy, not happy with anything, then said she was disappointed, and ran out of the room crying. Oooooookay....
So that was my morning! I made it through lunch, with the help of posting on CS, and managed to chill out a little.
Then 2pm...the dreaded Manager's Meeting. A meeting known for its ability to run 2 hours and more. Normally, I don't have to go, but this time I was giving a presentation about our new social media project. Now, I will say this: I ROCKED that presentation. I'm an introvert, and public speaking drains me terribly, but I'm good at it, and it doesn't scare me. It all went well...until CEO starts ranting about how we should all be on social media sites, followed directly by her ranting about how no-one gets any work done because we're all texting and going online for Lolcats and social media. Ooooookay....at least she didn't cry that time.
I make it back to my desk, and try to chill out and get some work done until I can finally go home....where my housemates are waiting to have a house meeting.
Get home, meet with housemates about bug problem, one housemate remains convinced that I put dishes back in the cupboard without washing them (EW!!) I promise that my room will be clean by Sunday evening. They ask, meaning well, how I'm doing with my depression, and if I sometimes need the living room to myself, etc, not realizing that they would be far more helpful to my mental health just by letting me alone to be a hermit when I want to.
FINALLY got back to the apartment where I'm housesitting, eat dinner, and settle in. Decide that after my insane day, I need chocolate. I find some chocolate chips and pecans in the cupboard, and decide to melt the chocolate, mix in the nuts, and make my own candy bar.
I stick it in the microwave, which only zaps it for 3 seconds and dies. Huh. I try again. 3 seconds. Huh. Again. HOLY CRAP, the surface light and fan come on, full power, and won't shut off! The whole control panel is dead! I can't see a plug anywhere! No amount of searching online gives me any hints.
By this point, I am panicky and in tears, and freaking out. Finally, I yank open the cupboard above the microwave, and notice a big cord. Thinking I have nothing to lose, I unplug it. The microwave goes dead. THANK GOD.
So right now, I am sitting here, watching a movie, and just trying to calm down...geez....
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