argh

i work for a multinational, so i'll keep it short...
tonight was a rediculous night.
tonight was the worst night.
i am trying to see a positive in this.
but it is more difficult than you'd think...

trials.

I'm very conscious of living in the digital world.

I blog about work a lot. A LOT. but am very cautious about what I say and reveal. As much as I love my job, I must acknowledge that i work in a corporate entity.

So it is with a heavy hand of an editor that I type this...

Today was a BAD day. I won't go into a great amount of detail. The work itself was fine. The pace was fun, the work fulfilling. But very place of employment has a person who insists on making things difficult. Who refuses to concede, whether right or wrong, who lives off of snide comment and passive aggression. Despite my best efforts, this person got the better of me. Not to their face, although I tried to explain my position and that of what was percieved as the greater good, but behind closed (refridgerator) doors I lost my shit.

I'm going to have to try harder, but I have dificulty in moving on when I know I'm right. It's not that I can't just leave things be, if this person were only affecting temselves, I'd have no problem. They ae affecting 3 to 4 seperate but related departments. But with each keystroke, my stress dies back, and I get closer to closure.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

Tomorrow will be a good day.

deadbolt

So, this is what happened to me yesterday...

I was working the night shift at the cafe. So I didn't have to be at work until 4:00. A whole morning to myself... what a luxury.
I slept in. I didn't even get out of bed until 8:30. It was a lazy kind of delicious. Then i made some breakfast, cleaned my apt. went out for coffee and did some grocery shopping. By this time it was close to lunch, so i descided to go to the hotel, as a staff member, i get a free meal. and i could use the healthclub.
I jogged the 20mins there, got the keycard from the front desk, and did about an hour of weights and a bit of cardio. not much because i was still a little hung over from the christmastime. Then I jogged 20mins home and went to have a shower.

Here's where it gets interesting...

I get out of the shower, and walk into my kitchen/bedroom/livingroom (the virtues of a bachelor's apartment), and there is an old man just sitting on my couch.
And did i mention that I was buck-naked?
This old man had walked into my place, thinking it was a friend of his. Heard the shower, and descided to wait patiently. He says to me, "I was looking for number 7..." so i yell back, "so you walk into number 13!!?!!"
at which point he leaves.

The moral of this story?

Always lock your door.

3rd person edict

i don't like fighting with friends.
especially when they make it difficult to move on.

i would rather remove myself from the situation than add to any tension.

and apparently, that is the problem.

...i'll work on it. my fault. as always.