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stitchwhichI just cancelled out on a visit I've been looking forward to for days. Why? Because I'm all dizzy and stupid in the head. I hate colds. I'm sure this will pass but right now I just want to find a cave and pull the opening in after me. I spent hours last night helping someone with their garb doing something that should have only taken me a few minutes. And ripping out numerous seams because I kept attaching them to the wrong parts of the gown.
And later today, I'm going to write to my Deputy mayor and tell her I'm cancelling out of attending the meeting. Why spend $300 of family money to go someplace where you're not welcome? Us peons need to learn to shut up, do what the Higher Ups tell us about our jobs they don't understand, and recognise that we are the mushrooms in the salad of service. Why should we expect to be a part of the planning of an event we're busting butt at?
Bah! Too many grumpy posts read + too much head cold = depression. If I could go back to bed and actually get some sleep, I would.
(Yeah, I know this will pass. I know.)
And later today, I'm going to write to my Deputy mayor and tell her I'm cancelling out of attending the meeting. Why spend $300 of family money to go someplace where you're not welcome? Us peons need to learn to shut up, do what the Higher Ups tell us about our jobs they don't understand, and recognise that we are the mushrooms in the salad of service. Why should we expect to be a part of the planning of an event we're busting butt at?
Bah! Too many grumpy posts read + too much head cold = depression. If I could go back to bed and actually get some sleep, I would.
(Yeah, I know this will pass. I know.)
