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You kow you're having a bad Monday when you don't even nuke your lunch until going for 2:00 PM, and you don't actually get to eat it until 45 minutes later. When you are taking your yogurt to back-to-back meetings because otherwise, you wouldn't eat it at all. The sort of day where you are behind on two projects, either one of which will take most of the rest of the week (and one of which you inherited because it was complicated and painful and no one else wanted to fuck wiht it), and you managed to collect several more along the way.
It's the sort of day where resentment for your team mate who does about a quarter of what you do and all of it lower-level type stuff is running particularly high. It's patently unfair you have the same title and pay grade when your responsibilities are so different (largely to you being quicker, smarter, and more dependable).
It is a day in which Gordon Ramsey helps you to detox in the evening, while also making you wish you could go all Ramsey on the asses of coworkers who truly and deeply deserve it.
Clearly, it's also a day of general discontent in Barb's World. Tomorrow, I decree a better day for Barb and for all of you too.
It's the sort of day where resentment for your team mate who does about a quarter of what you do and all of it lower-level type stuff is running particularly high. It's patently unfair you have the same title and pay grade when your responsibilities are so different (largely to you being quicker, smarter, and more dependable).
It is a day in which Gordon Ramsey helps you to detox in the evening, while also making you wish you could go all Ramsey on the asses of coworkers who truly and deeply deserve it.
Clearly, it's also a day of general discontent in Barb's World. Tomorrow, I decree a better day for Barb and for all of you too.