at 5pm earlier today: at this very moment ... right this second ... i'm sitting in my office "participating" in a bi-weekly conference call that more often than not makes me want to kill myself. or someone else.
i say "participating" because in actuality i just sit and listen for my name to be mentioned should someone want to assign to me an asininely simple task that a monkey could do rather than ask their own staff to do it for them. sometimes i, along with the other managers on this project, are insulted because you know, not having Ph.Ds or MDs we're clearly idiots.
this conference call is probably one of the reasons why i hate mondays.
this monday is no different. right this second, one of the most annoying members of this group is droning on about his/her research. s/he will no doubt monopolize the remainder of the call and oh there s/he goes ... mispronouncing my name again! because it's not like we haven't been working together for ALMOST SEVEN YEARS!!!! asshat.
at 8:35pm: i'm home now. i'm eating ice cream and i have new yarn to snorgle.
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day 12 -- yarn good. mondays bad.
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