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Pity party
Nov. 27th, 2007 10:28 pmIt's a good thing that Thanksgiving was relatively early this year -- it makes it feel like something of a reprieve to have a good month until Christmas.
Posting while cranky seems to be a recurring theme of mine. I am laboring under a haystack's worth of needles, each of them petty, stupid, and small, but wearisome as a bundle.
My main beef right now is that I really need to feel appreciated by other people for what I do for them, and I'm currently getting a jackload of squat on that front. I gave up on getting anything redeeming out of work a long time ago; the fact that the users for a recent successful project want to take me and the other two team members out for drinks on Friday is a novelty. Of course, this is tempered by the fact that I can't stay very long, as we have friends coming to visit that I am eagerly awaiting.
The home front is equally uninspiring. The Emperor, being 3, is forgivably obtuse; I'll take "Mommy! Mommy!" smiles and running hugs as shorthand thanks. The husband, however, is on thin ice. I am beyond tired of His Fragile Flowerness (TM of a cherished friend) approach to being sick; the literal moaning and groaning would be high camp if it weren't getting on my last damned nerve. (I've been saddled with a drippy respiratory bug for the past two weeks, and I have yet to hear a "How are you feeling?") Plus, there's Family Drama, of the "Again. Some More" variety. It would be so nice to get a "Thanks for putting up with my bugfuck crazy family" from him; that's not to say that my side isn't its own kind of bugfuck, but at least theirs is for the most part amusingly eccentric and not outright psychotic.
Add to that job hunt stress (either my cell phone ate a message, or the place that I would be perfect for has neglected to call me back for an interview), financial stress (bellybutton lint isn't a good present, is it?), houseful of crap stress (we're verging on needing a "Clean House" intervention), and other random slings and arrows, and I'm longingly looking for my Calgon bottle.
Here endeth the grumble.
Posting while cranky seems to be a recurring theme of mine. I am laboring under a haystack's worth of needles, each of them petty, stupid, and small, but wearisome as a bundle.
My main beef right now is that I really need to feel appreciated by other people for what I do for them, and I'm currently getting a jackload of squat on that front. I gave up on getting anything redeeming out of work a long time ago; the fact that the users for a recent successful project want to take me and the other two team members out for drinks on Friday is a novelty. Of course, this is tempered by the fact that I can't stay very long, as we have friends coming to visit that I am eagerly awaiting.
The home front is equally uninspiring. The Emperor, being 3, is forgivably obtuse; I'll take "Mommy! Mommy!" smiles and running hugs as shorthand thanks. The husband, however, is on thin ice. I am beyond tired of His Fragile Flowerness (TM of a cherished friend) approach to being sick; the literal moaning and groaning would be high camp if it weren't getting on my last damned nerve. (I've been saddled with a drippy respiratory bug for the past two weeks, and I have yet to hear a "How are you feeling?") Plus, there's Family Drama, of the "Again. Some More" variety. It would be so nice to get a "Thanks for putting up with my bugfuck crazy family" from him; that's not to say that my side isn't its own kind of bugfuck, but at least theirs is for the most part amusingly eccentric and not outright psychotic.
Add to that job hunt stress (either my cell phone ate a message, or the place that I would be perfect for has neglected to call me back for an interview), financial stress (bellybutton lint isn't a good present, is it?), houseful of crap stress (we're verging on needing a "Clean House" intervention), and other random slings and arrows, and I'm longingly looking for my Calgon bottle.
Here endeth the grumble.
