So those of you who thought you were doing something with me on Sunday, you may be wrong. Becaue today at work they told me Guess what? You're working another 6-2:30 shift this Sunday. (At least I think those are the times. That's probably what I'm showing up for.) And I'm currently of the opinion that I'm not cancelling at the last second the plans I've made for that night. Maybe an all-nighter is in order. That would prove how immature I am.
And the word is back, the transfer request is in, and my old manager has talked to my new manager. Transfer effective as of 3 December. So I have to get through Thanksgiving at the gate, but not Christmas.
I can't recall what else is making me surly at the moment but I'm tired of not being tired when it's time to go to bed, and I'm cranky and frustrated and there's a subtext of anger in my life right now which has so far been successfully stifled or at least sublimated. Go me.
And the word is back, the transfer request is in, and my old manager has talked to my new manager. Transfer effective as of 3 December. So I have to get through Thanksgiving at the gate, but not Christmas.
I can't recall what else is making me surly at the moment but I'm tired of not being tired when it's time to go to bed, and I'm cranky and frustrated and there's a subtext of anger in my life right now which has so far been successfully stifled or at least sublimated. Go me.
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Date: 2004-10-23 03:28 am (UTC)