|What to say when there's nothing to say
||[Dec. 3rd, 2008|06:44 am]
I've been really bad about posting lately. Mostly because I didn't want to hear all the whining. What whining? Why, my whining, of course. It's been one of those weeks. Or months. Or maybe even years, and I just didn't notice until now.Aren't you glad I posted?
Work is insane. Huge project, unrealistic timelines, trying to roll out a mega system that due to new company directives will most likely never be used. Well, not never. Just we'll use about 1/10th of the functionality, but yet we're working like dogs to finish the moot 9/10ths.
I'm sick. I think. I've felt off and run-down for days and yesterday I suddenly got that sharp stabbing pain that ususally means my ears are infected. Joy. On top of that, my face has suddenly broken out, worse than at any time in my life, including the teen years. I look like I have chicken pox, or the plague.
Interwebs drama. Which normally is no big deal, but this time real friends were involved and now I'm very sad.
I haven't started my Christmas shopping and I have no idea what to get anyone. Which is where I always am with Christmas shopping at this point, but I thought I'd throw it in there while I'm wallowing.