what the even what

You know those days when you feel like you should be doing something, and you honestly try to figure out what it should be, but somehow you just end up rumbling aimlessly from one task to the next, and you keep *checking* the list of stuff you mean to do, but not actually checking things *off* the list. And then you look around and it’s 4:30 in the afternoon and you realize, ‘this day might have actually been more productive if I’d slept through it’?

Yeah. Hello, Friday November 4th.

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Failure to Communicate

Sometimes, my workplace and I have a failure to communicate. (But I’m still not sure if that’s a bad thing or not.)

For instance, when I went to write my November “email to myself” (instigated by work, long story, probably completely unnecessary), for the longest time, all I could think of to write was: “Fuck November.”

What did I end up with? “Share the love; we’re all in this together.” Which is nicer! I am pleased with that!

Or, take staff meetings. My first instinct, occasionally, is to say, “It pains me how poorly you behave in the workplace.”

What do I end up saying? “Let’s try to do better respecting each other’s preferences.” (Again, nicer! Less likely to get me fired! A Good Thing.)

But then my review comes along, and I’m all, “I Will Try To Be Better As A Person And Not Think Mean Things About You All.” And my boss is all, “Too cheerful.”

(And then I am confused! Because obvs. I do not want my boss to see the first draft of these things, but I do not want to be ‘the one who’s too cheerful’ either!)

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