Gah...

Dear brain,

Waking me up every forty-five minutes all night is not a healthy sleep pattern. Especially not when I find myself on the other side of the damned room when I wake up, or, on one memorable occasion, in a completely different part of the apartment.

Seriously, what the hell?

Very much no love,

Me

There's nothing quite like insomnia...

For robbing one of the will to go to work. At all. Ever again.

I didn't get the floor washed, which I wanted to do this morning. Hopefully I'll be able to do that before people get here tonight.

If I'm lucky, it won't rain in the afternoon, that way we can sit in the garden. That way I won't have to subject the poor early-comers of Random Colour to my poor housekeeping skills.

I just haven't had time over the past few days (okay, a good while now) to get down on my hands and knees and scrub properly. I can keep my place clean, generally speaking, if not tidy. I can never, ever make a believable claim to tidiness. But cleanliness I can usually manage. Right now, however, my floor is in no fit state for company.

Maybe if I rush home from work I'll be able to get it clean before they get here.

:::looks out window:::

Hey, my morning visitor is here! The little-brown-bird-who-isn't-a-sparrow, that is. He (could be a she, for all I know, with that colouring) lands on the railing to the balcony around the same time every morning and drives the cats ballistic.

Heh. I rather like him.

And now I have to get ready for work. I can't even call in sick today, because the other receptionist has the day off in order to move. Bleah.

There's just no pleasing me

I'm hoping that the rain will make the temperatures go down accordingly.

However, it would happen on a day when A) I don't have an umbrella and B) I'm wearing a white t-shirt.

Also, there was a fire alarm. Evacuating hundreds of people from twenty-four floors into a stairwell that can accommodate two people abreast, or possibly three if people squish, is not as efficient as it sounds. The building is modern enough to be up to code, I guess, but I'm thinking that if the place really had been on fire, I would have been burnt to a crisp just waiting to be able to get into the stairwell, let alone walking down eleven flights of stairs at a pace that could have been easily matched by a quadriplegic snail.

Of course, I'm now really behind on all my work.

Dear God...

Is today over yet?

:::pathetic whimper:::

I've been "accused" of losing a valuable document. It's possible it got shuffled to the wrong desk. It's also possible it never got here. I don't habitually read the mail I deliver. It would take too long, and besides, it's boring. I just do my best to get it to the right person, end of story. Sometimes that doesn't happen, because it's not really meant to go to the person to whom it's addressed (ever notice that about mail?).

I've searched both my desk and L's desk. It's not here. We didn't sign for it and then forget it. Which means it's either somewhere in the manager's office, on the desk of her admin. assistant, or else it wasn't delivered here.

We'll see if I hear back from the manager. She hasn't asked about it in fifteen minutes or so. Maybe she's found it already. If it doesn't turn up, we'll have to phone the courrier and ask for confirmation that it was delivered and signed for by someone who works here.

I needed this like a kick in the teeth.

/end whinge.

:::ETA:::

Okay, so the document is here. I signed for it. Since it came by messenger, that also means I would have brought it to its rightful owner (at least, to my knowledge) within about fifteen minutes maximum of its receipt. I hope to God they find it. My name is the last associated with that stupid paper. Gah.