Sigh

So, if I ever reach the other side of menopause, will the monthly mood swings taper off at all? Just wondering. I don't think I've actually even got to this side, proper, but having something to hope for would be nice.

Just a very tense couple of days, and some errors at work, some of which are properly my fault, many more of which aren't, and a QC manager who is grasping so hard at trying to keep his job by actually overdoing it for the new overlords (which would beat the previous not doing anything at all, if I weren't the target of choice) and who thinks his job involves creating mountains of reports blaming people for things that go wrong. People who have never been trained on most of these things and who have no procedure for catching them if they had been. People who were already on tight timing thanks to getting incomplete and wrong information when they first asked for it, and got said information far too late in the game as it was.

So, is there any cheer to be had? Let's see. I do feel good that I completed my next chapter of "In Loco" before Monday's deadline, even if I can't post it until it's been beta'ed and rewritten at least. And that I have a groovy box for snarkysneak finally in my car with her address (though I haven't got to the mailing part just yet. Still. Box. In car. That's huge.) And I have been having great fun judging my categories of tnl_awards. I've read most of the fics in my assigned categories, but there were a few I hadn't and-- wow. When all is over I'll have to rec some here.

But for the most part, a meh and stressful day by turns, and I am Sure my trying a doppio con panna this morning in no way contributed to my hair trigger temper/giggles/twitchiness. At All.

Oh, This is Outstanding

Ganked from ladyforash:

You're Ulysses!

by James Joyce

Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Ok. I feel better now.