Apparently my voice sounds like an engine in desperate need of tuning. My boss sent me home after a quick briefing about the past week and a quick meeting with my team of contractors. So here I sit, congested but with more energy than I've had in a week. I was told to rest.
So now I'm trying to decide: rest upstairs in relative darkness and nap or rest outside on the balcony with a book and a glass of iced tea.
Decisions . . . decisions . . .
I shan't bitch overmuch about the coworkers who, when I greeted them with as chirpy a "Good morning!" as I could manage, ignored me completely. Or the smirky look I got from one when I mentioned I was leaving at the Boss's direction. I don't have to like these people, I keep reminding myself; I just have to work with them. ::sigh::
So now I'm trying to decide: rest upstairs in relative darkness and nap or rest outside on the balcony with a book and a glass of iced tea.
Decisions . . . decisions . . .
I shan't bitch overmuch about the coworkers who, when I greeted them with as chirpy a "Good morning!" as I could manage, ignored me completely. Or the smirky look I got from one when I mentioned I was leaving at the Boss's direction. I don't have to like these people, I keep reminding myself; I just have to work with them. ::sigh::