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9 Jul 09 - Thursday - 10:56 a.m.
I have been really frustrated at work lately. My second in command in the pecking order of Associates in my department (haha!) has resigned and will be leaving in 2 months, thereby leaving me stuck with all of the young ones.
Working with the young ones is really infuriating for a myriad of reasons which I shall not go into detail. Things have gotten to the point where The Buddha no longer tells me that I should speak calmly with them to work things out. His current working advice to me is that I should laugh at them (in their faces preferably) and tell the next 40 people I meet about their misdemeanours and / or send them emails blind copied to him so that he can laugh at their responses with me.
I have also been stuck in the High Court for the first 3 days of this week, the consequence of which means that I currently have entirely too many things stacked up to accomplish, in addition to getting off work at a decent time so that I could hang out with Peanut a little before putting her to bed.
As such, I just look at pictures of Peanut to get by every day at work, trying to cram in as many things as possible in the hours of work and getting myself to my parents’ place at a decent time to relieve them of the demanding task of carrying out covert and overt surveillance on Peanut all day to make sure that she doesn’t hurt herself while trying her darnedest to defy all rules of progress in babies by learning how to walk before 8 months.
My lunch buddy as in the only person in this firm whom I actively make lunch plans with, is on maternity leave for the next 3 months or more. The only other person that I make lunch plans with has been fobbing me off for the last month, leading my paranoid self to wonder whether or not he is avoiding me for some obscure reason, and leading me to feel rather dejected and rejected at the same time.
As a result, I have no one to eat with and sit at The Sandwich Shop most lunches with Pushkin for company. Or I go about looking at Peanut stuff, laughing quietly to myself. I fear for my continued sanity sometimes, and other times, like yesterday afternoon, I just want to sit in my desk and cry because I just cannot understand all of the mind-numbing stupidity that is going on around me.
I am slightly more in control today, I think, with the self-assigned task of finding a little cup with a drinking sprout for Peanut during lunch.
Oh well. Things could be worse.