It's hard to blog about life and not blog about work in an attempt to, I don't know, not get fired, but I have to say that this week is currently holding first place (of the 52 I have worked in my current job thus far) as worst.
An email exchange with my boss resulted in a final email that included the words "see you in my office as soon as" and a conversation with my boss that started, "that response was totally out of character for you." It's never a good week when you get called into the boss's office, especially when "out of character" means writing an email that is clearly dripping with venom.
Someone else in the department decided that he was going to play communications department this week and work with a reporter without ever bothering to involve me in the process other than to provide contact information for other companies. Then he gives me this line about, "I don't know how we're not able to do this for the reporter." Um, I think the answer is, I don't talk to other companies' press people, I talk to the press!
But the thing I hate most about this week is that I forgot the anniversary of the day I met my husband. He is the most wonderful person in the whole world - he even brought me a warm quilt fresh out of the drier last night when I got home from work at 8:30 in the cold rain (that's a 12 1/2 hour day!). He's awesome, and I forgot our anniversary, so I'm decidedly NOT awesome.
Anyway, happy anniversary handsome husband. Thanks for making even my worst weeks still ok.
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