I mean… OMG with the Mondays! I started out kicking ass today. I woke up at 6am or a few before even, ahead of my alarm and ready to slay the day. These five damn dogs didn’t totally make me crazy (just a little). I had my Celsius energy drink while laying in bed surfing Facebook and re-reading last night’s messages to the guy I totally have the hots for (had to make sure I didn’t send anything stupid (old habit from when I used to drink which I’ve stopped recently – habit is still a thing). Didn’t send anything last night – WHEW! Of course, I was sober and just deliriously tired so I mean, that’s a thing, right? It should totally be a thing. Anyway, nothing horrid sent to the crush so I had nothing to worry about starting my day.
Drank my energy drink, played with the puppies (fetch, belly scratchies, cute puppy selfies and all that), got myself ready for a morning workout (that I sorta skipped), and logged into work. Today was a telework day (thank you COVID for making those a thing!). I was feeling quite spunky today so I had a mega-productive day at work, got a shitload of backlog cleanup stuff accomplished as well as some current stuff done too. Feeling pretty good about all that. Gotta say though – what’s up with the idjits? I mean…. seriously.
So I have this one dude. Not on my team (thank goodness!!!)! I was in a rockin’ mood this morning and then I get an email from this guy. I call him the Russinator because his name may or may not be Russ and e may or may not be VERY Russtrating. So this email rolls into my inbox and it is two long paragraphs of thoughts. Not sentences. See, the Russinator doesn’t write in sentences. He writes in thoughts… separates by ellipses… in varying…….. lengths…. which.. could….make…..emails……….really…hard….to……..decipher. And I will admit that I am a bit of a grammar nazi. So this email crossed me wrong on a Monday morning, despite my spritely mood. So by 9:30am, my hands are twitching to respond to him. It is taking everything in me to not respond. Yet, I (occasionally being the professional that I am capable of being (sometimes)) chose to be the better person and did not respond. Go me!!! So proud of myself!!!!
Then the drama hits. A teammate has a meeting where she’s going to overstep her bounds. Ahhh the fun. And do I have the rank to call her on it? Meh – not entirely but sort of… but not really… but kind of. Tread carefully, martini muser… this situation involved conversations with like six different people. Drama drama drama. This one made my head hurt. Oh and back to the Russinator. He resurfaced again with another wiseassed email that made no sense. Some people should seriously retire already! By the way – five dogs…? Zero out of ten stars. I love them. I don’t recommend. They are underfoot constantly and do NOT believe in personal space. I can’t go to the bathroom or change clothes without a dog all up in the business… and I’m a modest chick. Not tryin’ to have a large furry animal all up in the business. Let alone five furry animals.
Anyway, work is done. The furry monsters are fed. A glass o’ vino is poured. No martinis tonight as I have to be in the office tomorrow early. If you are sipping a martini tonight, cheers to you!
Cheers!
M&M