hitting the post button...

... But I'm sure nobody wants to hear me going on again about how work sucks, how I'm sitting on my ass all day getting fatter and fatter, how I'm exhausted at the end of the day anyway, how I'm not me anymore, and how one coworker and I just. cannot. communicate. Not helped by the fact that I'm supposed to be his backup. Meeting with supervisor about it tomorrow, because I can't articulate what they are, but I keep feeling like I've got giant gaps in my knowledge base for this person's projects, and not being able to dance the A. dance of communication (admittedly a complicated dance indeed, so says Iowan K) only makes it worse. Lots worse.

... Dammit, A., if you say "Ah?" loudly into the handset instead of hello one more time, or if I have to listen to you snort the snot back up your nose one more time - yes, I know you've got allergies, but good lord... You're okay, but you're driving me bugfuck and making me gloomy, and thanks to the aforementioned sitting on ass all day and no time to be me issues, I've got the latter going already.

I'm okay. I really am. ... I need a goddamn vacation.

And I hsarding miss my dog.