I am in a really, really bad mood today.

To start with, I hate Mondays. Loathe them. The weekly manager's meeting is only an hour and a half (which is about twice as long as it needs to be, but certain people don't know how to shut up) but it destroys anything like productivity for my entire morning.

And I had a conference call yesterday afternoon, which had the same effect. So I spent yesterday putting out fires and doing nitnoid picky shit that really wasn't even my job and setting up meetings and... GAH.

Worse still, the diaper genie had run out of film yesterday morning, so I promised I'd stop at the store and buy a refill on my way home. I wound up having to go to three different stores before I finally found the damn thing, and at that it cost almost twice as much as we usually pay.

Also, there was homemade carrot cake in the kitchen, and I was unable to resist. So I carried around a nice dollop of self-loathing for that for the rest of the day.

I. Hate. Mondays.

And I hate the Tuesdays that come after Mondays. This morning, Penny broke the guest computer's mouse, then pitched a fit when I took her out of the chair so Matt could fix it. She continued fit-pitching until just before we were ready to leave.

The asshole next door had parked his truck in front of our mailbox, with the vehicle slanted so that it blocked half our driveway. Good thing Matt and I have small cars.

Some other asshole in a truck went through the intersection where I was waiting at about two miles an hour. I got to work (finally, no thanks to the non-driving sunzabitches out there) and walked into my office to find a nitnoid job on my desk (at least it's a nitnoid job that's supposed to be my job, this time) and a voicemail message giving me another stupid nitnoid task.

I've got a chiropractor appointment at lunchtime. I usually look forward to them, as a temporary relief from the pain I'm in more or less constantly these days, but today it's just one more fucking interruption to my day.

And there are two code reviews this afternoon, back-to-back. I don't technically have to go to these, but I've blown off three of them this month already (what the fuck, anyway? We haven't had a code review for the last four months, and now we've got six in one month?) so I really ought to attend at least one.

I'm giving serious consideration to shutting my door and not logging into irc and refusing to answer the phone all morning. My only consolation is that the weather is grey and nasty out, which means Dad probably won't want to walk. I usually enjoy taking a break from the office for a bit and talking with him, but today it would be -- say it with me -- one more fucking interruption.

At least tomorrow looks like a relatively calm day, but then Thursday is going to suck again.

I'm so irritable I literally am biting the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs.

PMS, anyone?

--Liz