Good. You're alive.

Last night, I joined lexinatrix and Krystal at lucyruthe's place for Sex Night. We get together and watch as many "Sex and the City" episodes as we can. And we comment on the clothes, the neurotic behavior, how terrific Miranda is, etc.

It was, as usual, a great time. Poor Krystal had to put up with SMOFing at the end, which finally drove her out the door. And I was out till after 2am. What was I thinking?!? I got more clothes from Lex and some good advice about avoiding annoying meetings.

And then, once I got into my car, a sudden explosion of depression. I suddenly felt all discombobulated and out of sorts and disconnected. Even though I'd just spent the evening with three fabulous women, all good friends - I doubted my social place. I felt like I'd blathered and babbled and been annoying. I felt insecure and adrift.

I clearly need to get more sleep. And soon.

By the time I got home, I just wanted to cuddle up to my Monte. Which I did. Which made me feel better. The feeling seems to have passed this morning, or I'm just too tired to notice it.

But thanks to LHGB for making brownies, and to Lucyruthe for sharing the bottle of wine, and the bunch of you for listening to me and laughing at me.

I'm so weird right now. I'm writing this down so that later I can come back and try to analyze what the hell was going on.

Oh - it could be hormones. Now *that* would just add to the post-convention goodness. [rolls eyes]

Not my most shiningest moment

So, the Supervisor comes around again. "Can we meet later about the files?"

[I hate this "meet later" shit. Just tell me now. We don't need to schedule it. I'm here, you're here. Spill it.]

So, I say, "Can you just tell me now?"

Well, one of the other secretaries is getting her panties all in a bunch about filing that needs to be sorted. And she doesn't have time. And she's so busy. And it's got to be done this special way.

And I point out that if she wants her filing done a special way, that's not MY job. It's HER filing.

I was a little bitchy.
But dammit, I'm getting sick of the politics and maneuvering and manipulation.

I liked this job. I really did. I hope this is something I can weather, because I don't really want to go looking for another job. But damn, are these people really grating on me right now.