Worst Wednesday

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

It’s official… I hate today.

First, I woke up to discover that, somehow, during the night I popped a blood vessel in my eye. “Oh, it’s quite lovely,” she said sarcastically. Trying to ignore it, I proceeded to get ready for work. Well, in the shower, my back started to hurt. By the time I got out, my upper chest started to hurt as well. The boyfriend asked what was wrong, and it was about that time that I realized what was about to happen… a gastritis attack. It’s been a while since I had one, but I thankfully still have the medicine. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work right away, which meant that I spent the next 15 minutes in sheer agony. All of this meant that I got to work 30 minutes late. I hate being late.

The day continued to go downhill. I had to take yesterday afternoon off, and even though I was only out of the office for a total of four hours, the minute opened my email, I was greeted with about 10 “ASAP” projects. My counterpart is on a (much deserved) vacation this week, so it’s up to me. As if I had the time, my computer decided to argue with our IT department when they attempted to install print drivers on it. To be fair to IT, I have a Mac, one of only less than 30 in our very large company, so it’s not like they’re used to it. The only frustrating part was that I had about 20 minutes of not being able to work so they could remotely log in. And of course, then I had meetings.

I think it may be my turn for a vacation, next.