Here it is almost midnight and I haven't posted for the day yet. Seriously, I thought of skipping it, but too many years of guilt and responsibility have made me paranoid the world will end if I break the "post-every-day" rule.
So many of my issues come to light in that sentence. Please to ignore.
Today, I was crabby. I woke up and was annoyed I was awake. I tried to walk the dogs, but Madison refused to go. She went as far as the front lawn and sat down. She looked at me like "Go ahead, see if it's worth your trouble." I let her back in the house and continued with the walk. Then I got to work and was annoyed I was there. I was annoyed with my boss, my TL, my practicum students (well, they aren't mine, but you know...) I was annoyed. So, I did the nice thing and hid in the back office.
Of course, everyone followed me. Now, there is nothing to do in the back at 4pm. Nothing. But, everyone had to sit in the back just because I was there. They don't sit in the back normally.
Did I mention that thing about paranoia? I thought not.
So, I tried not to snarl openly all day. And now I'm home. I have to go to bed soon so I can get up tomorrow and do it all again. And then again the next day, except 3 hours earlier.
I've been listening to people all week praise the "short" week due to Remembrance Day. I took an extra shift and am starting weekends of my least favourite hours. It's not feeling so short from where I am sitting.
Ignore me. I'm just bitchy. Here... look at puppies. You will feel better.
I am participating in NaBloPoMo. Blasted thing. I keep forgetting to tell you about it. I want this end thing just to appear magically.