bad metaphor

Gaaaah! This is the second to last day of work, and I’m already contemplating not coming in tomorrow. Or actually showing up to work, but completely smashed. Too bad I have class afterwards, though. Bleh.

So this morning I wake up and I’m completely exhausted. This is a usual thing for me (cheers to sleep deprivation), but for some reason I feel like I’ve been drugged. I go to Milton’s to get coffee, but I’m still falling asleep in class. I wonder what happened, why am I so tired – I went to bed at 12:30 last night, which usually gets me enough sleep – and then I remember that, right before bed, I took some allergy meds. Shit. My cloudy mind is drug-induced.

I come in, and there’s a giant pile of work on my desk. I start working on it, you know, the job I’m being paid to do? She comes out five minutes later, looks at me, and says “oh. You’re here. In the future, I need you to let me know when you’re here so that I know.” Though I have only one more day left I told her, “Okay, I’ll let you know when I come in tomorrow.”

Then a few minutes later, she calls me into her office for a talk. I exchange a look with Belle as I walk down the hallway. Jodie says, “Now, I’ve noticed this passive-aggressive hostility over the last two weeks. This has to stop. I need you to be friendly so we can work together for the rest of this week. Okay?” Argh. I didn’t do anything this morning, other than the work she fucking told me to do! I’ve only got one more day left. Why must she start the drama? I tell her okay, and apologize, for I don’t know what. I’m suddenly grateful that I’m feeling druggy. Otherwise I probably would have told her to take this job and shove it, and walked out right then.

The drugginess is wearing off now. I’ve still got half an hour left, and I’m even leaving early. Sigh.