Forgotten

I just got left behind. I am not sure how to feel about that.

On one hand, I am a little but happy about it. I didn't want to go to the stupid thing (yes I am 8) and only said yes because I was caught off guard and couldn't think of a good excuse fast enough. Damn brain. Work faster.

On the other hand, I feel like an 8 year old who was last to be picked for the team. How did they all go off without me? Didn't they even think to come up and see if I wanted to share a taxi? I know I am locked away in a room all by myself and rarely see my colleagues other than brief good mornings and good evenings, but come on!

We have a work shindig tonight. Drinks and then dinner and the karaoke. Joy. I was more enthusiastic about my last dentist appointment. I have tried to get out of the blasted thing umpteen times since last week each time to be greeted with "ah Lizzzz-aaa-beth (as our receptionist calls me). You will go. Go on".

My plan tonight was to go for a few drinks and then scarper but dinner is not till 8 which invariably means 9 and there goes the whole night.

So instead of fixing my make-up and heading over to Ballsbridge at 5.30 when I realised that I was now alone in the building, I sat back down at my computer and started to browse the interweb, raking my brain and trying desperatley to think of a way I could get out of heading over. I now find myself sitting here thinking the less time I need to spend there, the better and I will make a move to join my colleagues shortly before dinner. That's a bit sad isn't it?

No-one has even called or texted me yet to see where I am. Have they even noticed that I am not there? Would they notice if I just gave the whole thing a miss? Would it be worth the aggravation tomorrow? Probably not.

In any event, I am not impressed. But at least I am not trying to make pointless small talk with people I have absolutely nothing in common with.

Things can only get better

I have been having a pretty shitty time in work of late. I am ridiculously busy and the pressure is coming from all angles. My response to this pressure has been to ignore it, cover my head and hide. This is not like me at all. I am a hard worker. I hate lazy people and this approach only compounds my situation. Basically I have been feeling damn under appreciated and sorry for myself.

The courts are now closed and I have a "whole month" to do 800 file audits and loads of other outrageously dull stuff I won't bore you with.

A "whole month" you say? That's loads of time. NO IT'S NOT. Will people stop saying that. It's no time at all. Before I know it it will be September and then I have exams and and pressure pressure pressure. I have been in a foul humour for months now and the last few days have not helped. I am throwing stuff around, snapping and being a right cow to my work mates.

A few minutes ago I got a call from our receptionist telling me to come to reception to sign for a package. Feck sake. Lazy Cow. Sign for it yourself I think. I am upstairs and I have work to be ignoring.

But begrudgingly I stomp down the stairs making sure the entire building can hear my frustration by digging my stilletos into the original wooden floor boards. That will show 'em.

I march into reception all set for a good moan session when I am greeted with a massive bunch of beautiful yellow roses. A client sent them to me as a thank you for "all my hard work".

Maybe life isn't all that bad.