My brain is in a dark and twisty place. (Been watching too much Grey's Anatomy, maybe?) I'm annoyed at having pulled a muscle. I'm annoyed at taking muscle relaxers which make me slightly dizzy -- though I'm relaxed, lemme say. I'm annoyed at being at work at 9pm and still having 3 more hours left in my day and nothing left for me to do. (Not because there's no work but because I run a tight ship dammit so today's work is busted out and we can't start on tomorrow's because we're waiting on other people who are slackers...) ... But if I leave early -- as I've every right to do as I'm salary and have already put in more than my 40+ at this point -- the head of that other department in the building will be sure to mention my early departure to our mutual boss. At this point, any appearance of competency or efficiency evidently results in staffing cuts (as past layoffs have proven), which my department can't handle. So I can't leave and hurt in the privacy of my own home. *whimper/rage*
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