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Let's see... work rant, check... rp rant, check... life in general rant, big freaking check...
Alright, I'm tired, and I'm pissed off. I apologize if this offends anyone (that is NOT why I'm doing this) but I need to clear a few things up. If you don't care, fine. Ignore me.
It. Doesn't. Really. Matter. Anyway.
Work has been hell today. I haven't slept in FOUR days (and it's looking like it's going to be five, the way it's going tonight...) but I still go into work. Why? Because, I pray, that SOMEONE will need me, or simply want me there. *SNORT*
We all worked our asses off trying to get ready for the Colonel's visit. The library looked outstanding. Woo.Gold stars all around. That was on day three. Today, I slack. Yes, I'll admit it, but so what? Like I said, we worked our asses off yesterday. We were ALL slacking. (Well...![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilboxercrazee didn't slack too much, but she's a great person, so that doesn't count.) I am about to fall over all damn day, but that's not the irritating part. I was trying to get the magazines logged in (which I was, thankyouverymuchPETER... I just happened to be thumbing through them as I went) and the computers go down. Our main system we use for circulation. And the internet systems.
Big Problem.
I go to the other circulation computer we have at our front desk and poke around with it for a few minutes. My boss comes in and yells at me. Not raises his voice. Not being stern. He FREAKIN' YELLED AT ME! I swear, I almost walked out. As it was, I left early, but that'll be OK with Dave, since I was there early. So I fly completely off the handle. (Apologies tolilboxercrazee, salden04 and mrs_carla. I was a bitch, and I'm sorry.) But I'm not apologizing to Peter. He was a dick and he was out of line to yell at me, much less at the front freakin' desk. In front of my co-workers, God and everyone else in earshot.
The I get home and see that life is still dead online. Have I become persona non grata on the internet? Is there something out there with my picture on it and a big red X going over my face? If not, then why don't people reply? I rp for stress relief, and it's bugging me that no one seems to care if I'm there either. Both rp's I'm on seem to have died, and that's a shame, because there was some great stuff going on. I post IC to see if I can get something going again, but no one answers me. Yet, other storylines seem to be moving on after I posted. If I suck so damn badly at rp, tell me and I'll quit. It's that simple.
Well, now that I've completely alienated everyone on my flist, I'm going to go take something and pray I don't wake up at six, like I usually do.
It. Doesn't. Really. Matter. Anyway.
Work has been hell today. I haven't slept in FOUR days (and it's looking like it's going to be five, the way it's going tonight...) but I still go into work. Why? Because, I pray, that SOMEONE will need me, or simply want me there. *SNORT*
We all worked our asses off trying to get ready for the Colonel's visit. The library looked outstanding. Woo.Gold stars all around. That was on day three. Today, I slack. Yes, I'll admit it, but so what? Like I said, we worked our asses off yesterday. We were ALL slacking. (Well...
lilboxercrazee didn't slack too much, but she's a great person, so that doesn't count.) I am about to fall over all damn day, but that's not the irritating part. I was trying to get the magazines logged in (which I was, thankyouverymuchPETER... I just happened to be thumbing through them as I went) and the computers go down. Our main system we use for circulation. And the internet systems. Big Problem.
I go to the other circulation computer we have at our front desk and poke around with it for a few minutes. My boss comes in and yells at me. Not raises his voice. Not being stern. He FREAKIN' YELLED AT ME! I swear, I almost walked out. As it was, I left early, but that'll be OK with Dave, since I was there early. So I fly completely off the handle. (Apologies to
lilboxercrazee, salden04 and mrs_carla. I was a bitch, and I'm sorry.) But I'm not apologizing to Peter. He was a dick and he was out of line to yell at me, much less at the front freakin' desk. In front of my co-workers, God and everyone else in earshot.The I get home and see that life is still dead online. Have I become persona non grata on the internet? Is there something out there with my picture on it and a big red X going over my face? If not, then why don't people reply? I rp for stress relief, and it's bugging me that no one seems to care if I'm there either. Both rp's I'm on seem to have died, and that's a shame, because there was some great stuff going on. I post IC to see if I can get something going again, but no one answers me. Yet, other storylines seem to be moving on after I posted. If I suck so damn badly at rp, tell me and I'll quit. It's that simple.
Well, now that I've completely alienated everyone on my flist, I'm going to go take something and pray I don't wake up at six, like I usually do.