August 13th, 2004


working broken

work wasn't so hot today. I'm (still) pretty much incapable of doing many of my job functions, either through not having accounts on relevant boxes, not knowing what the relevant boxes are, or being ignorant of the 'proper' (or hell, 'any') procedure for doing things in the company-specific way. This stresses me out quite a lot, especially when it's my day in the barrel working our piece of shit ticket tracking system. Add to that lots and lots of sudden noise at random from all over the office, large groups of people congregating and talking and laughing quite loudly at the cube next to mine, and you get me fleeing from work as soon as possible to go home and hide under the quilts in my bed. No, that ain't a metaphor.

All in all, not one of my better days.
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