Mini Donuts at 4:43

And so my day has driven me to this. Little Debbie Powdered Donuts at my desk at the end of the day.

Yesterday sucked ass but I tried to start today on a positive note. I slept in a bit, till the last second at home, thinking this would make me more rested and pleasant. I had a perfectly fine walk to work.

But then I walked in the door and it all started going wrong. My neighbor, printer nazi, was being ANNOYING AS HELL. My boss called me in a pissy mood about filing not being done. The same filing he keeps telling me he's going to set aside time for us to do together. That never happens. I can't finish the filing because most of it is an unrecognizable pile of crap and I can't tell just by looking where he wants any of it to go. He doesn't exactly have a very organized filing system. He doesn't have standard folders or divisions that he uses so it's very haphazard. Sometimes when he puts something out to be filed there's no way to tell if it's the original that goes in the main office files or a copy he wants in "his" files in his office. So there's a stack of that waiting. I noticed the note on it today, which I had written a while ago, telling him he needed to help me with the rest of it. The date on the note was 7/26. Um, yeah.

I had a little project to do involving calling some local municipal offices to find out rates for various utilities next year. Some fucking asshole in the office, I have my suspicions of exactly who, had updated the spreadsheet I'm supposed to update (note: it specifically has my name there as the person responsible for these particular figures) with notes that made no sense and were probably based on nothing and confused the hell out of everyone.

I didn't have enough caffeine today so I had a pounding headache most of the afternoon. That's finally subsiding now that I broke down and got a diet dr. pepper. To go with my mini donuts naturally.

And lastly, the thing we were supposed to take care of "first thing" this morning still has not been addressed and now my boss is promising to "take care of it" when he gets back, around 5:30. Hopefully more like 5:45 when I'll be gone. He can take care of it himself.

Jesus.