A Foul Mood, Work and Way Too Much Attitude

I need to talk about this some more.

This morning when I woke up, I was in a foul mood. I cannot even begin to speculate what caused it. Maybe I just did not sleep well and I was tired, but I was most definitely depressed. I really did want to cry. I have felt that way many times in the past, but usually I notice it building up. I have never just woken up out of a sound sleep and felt that bad. It felt just like someone close to me had died. I felt irreparable loss. Or maybe like someone had told me I would never walk again. I suppose I could have been coming off a bad dream that I did not remember.

It was probably just bad brain chemistry caused by something I ate. I've been eating a lot of rainbow sherbet lately...stop laughing...maybe that was it. Whatever.

Church seems to have fixed it, or maybe the Holy Spirit. He does me some favors sometimes that I actually notice. I say that because most of His work is behind the scenes in my life. I don't notice it until I look back. I appreciate that Lord. Thanks.

I should probably go to bed now. I have to go back to work tomorrow. I am dreading it. Cooped up in a cube farm with two 50 something, menopausal women that hate each other, one 70 year old black woman that will not retire and a gay guy we got from Newark. He's OK. Good worker. I'm not complaining. If he wasn't there, I would never get any vacation and he's the only one in the office that seems to be really happy all the time. Kind of puts the gay back into Gay if you know what I mean.  Truth is, he's probably the only one in the office getting any....did I say that? Sorry.

My boss is in St Louis. He hears about our office drama, but he has no clue what it's like to be trapped there day in and day out in that box among the cubes. I swear there are undeclared contests to see who can be last to answer the phone. It really pisses me off.

The best days I have at work is when I am the only one there. I always know everything that is going on with everything. There is no failure to share important information. No one drops the ball. The phone gets answered on the 2nd ring every time and no one argues with my decisions.

It's heaven.

I used to work in our office in the eastern part of the state. It was a two person operation.  I would share 30 minutes every day with the other employee and we worked together to get everything done. That office is now down to one person and it still operates perfectly because we carry some of there load in our office.

I like working alone. I suppose if the others read this, I will get to do that sooner than I care to.

Whatever...I'm saying that a lot lately.

Maybe I will wake up with something relevant to write about tomorrow.