There are some things in my life that I hate.  Some of them I can do nothing about and some of them I will hopefully be able to do something about.  Some things will just happen.

1. Wishy-washy supervisors who tell me after I’ve spent all morning panicking and racing through tons of work that the deadline wasn’t really important.  Especially when I know it is when we have a 24 hour right of return.

2. People in Boston who do not get back to me until 4 pm (they should have by 230 pm) and then tell me to return one of the checks I sent over, which is something that I did not completely (and honestly still don’t completely) know how to do.  I had to call them, too. *grumble*

3. People who are supposed to train me who tell me that they will show me what to do but what they show me always happens after they leave for the day. (This person will be retiring at the end of June and will cease to be my problem.)

4. People who tell me that they can’t help me do the 107 pages of report that I have to do along with Colleen’s daily work because they have a 104 page report that they started at least two hours earlier.  Who I then hear do nothing but make personal phone calls and not be at their desks. (That would be the one who is retiring.)

5. People who want me to know three different jobs well enough to be able to do them in people’s absences, but fail to properly and fully instruct me in how to do those jobs.  And then fight over what I should be doing when.

6. Police cars that block the road when I’m having a bad day and waiting for the bus.  Especially for no apparent reason. (Honest, they and rescue were there and gone within ten minutes!)

7. Jumping, digging, biting, over-excited little puppies who do nasty things and make messes.  Especially when I’ve just had a bad day.

8. Not knowing why I set such high standards.

*yawn*  There’s some of my day.  I’m sleepy now and am going to bed.  Good night all!

I have the best Mommy in the whole wide world.  She knew I had an absolutely horrible, frustrating, and draining day (yes, tears were shed and panic was felt) and she got roses in honor of me cleaning my room.  They’re so pretty – they’re white with light pink edges. 

Of course, I kinda spoiled the whole scene when the dog jumped up and bit my thumb and I burst into tears.  But its the thought that counts.  Here’s to hoping that Colleen comes into tomorrow and that the reports are light.

Anyone want to shoot me the night of May 4th?  Or do something to put me out of commission for at least one day?  Both Bernie and Kiera will be off and that leaves only me to do all the reports.  ALL the reports.