I’m having an offish day today. I woke up this morning wanting to cry. Just the thought of having to come to work and face a potentially grumpy boss made me feel hopeless. He snapped at me yesterday and again made me feel incompetent (what he is best at it seems) and that has just lingered on through to today. Rudi wasn’t very impressed when I started bawling in the car on the way to work. Last night I lay awake worrying about work issues, something I was crapped on for by my boss on Monday. This morning I decided to be proactive and work at it, trying to improve and I got a snotty response from the person I need to resolve the problem. I said: “Please follow up on this call this morning. The customer has already called back and logged another complaint. Your urgent assistance would be appreciated”. His response was “I did follow up on the call and I know how to do my job and what is expected.” What the hell? Was that really necessary? I replied to his e-mail and explained to him that I did not mean to imply that he does not know how to do his job. What a tosser.
Pile on top of that the fact that I’m sick and you have all the ingredients for a pity party for one. I developed a cough around Sunday night and it’s getting quite chesty. The constant coughing is also making my throat sore…something I loathe. I haven’t stayed home yet and don’t really see the point of paying a doctor R300.00 if he can’t prescribe me medicine. Maybe it will just go away. If it gets any worse I suppose I’ll be forced to go to the doctor, but I’m not going to be happy if medication is required. Things are going really well with this pregnancy and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it.
So today I’m going to be a whiny bitch and tomorrow I might just decide not to get out of bed.