Today is also my day off and it’s a good thing. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but for the past couple days (Thursday and Friday especially), my mood has been like Lily’s – the keep away, you bother me kind of feeling. I so did not want to have to go to work, but I had to go to work. Just feeling low and irritable and cantankerous is no reason to call in to work. I just had to go to work and tough it out and try not to let my feelings show. I kept it inside pretty well and I think the only co-worker who saw my grouchy side was Patricia. She caught me chewing out my hand-held scanner because it wasn’t cooperating with me. I had to reboot the dadbratted thing 5 or 6 times just so I could scan a Christmas tree to see how many it said we have (it claims we have 4, but I could only find one other than the display).
I think my problem is COVID related. No, I don’t mean that I have COVID or even that I was exposed. It’s just that I’ve had it up to my eyeballs. I’m sick of the news stories on TV and in the paper all about COVID this and COVID that. I’m sick of the masks and having everything in our lives canceled because of that stupid stinking virus. I get it that’s for our safety, but I’m so fed up with it all. We finally got a year where we’re closed on Thanksgiving – supposedly so we could spend it with our families. Now we’re being told not to get together with our families. Okay, I could have lived with no Thanksgiving since I’ve been working every Thanksgiving for the past several years. But now it’s starting to look like be won’t be able to get together for Christmas either. We are a dysfunctional family. For a lot of years, I was unable to really enjoy the holiday with my family because every year some kind of argument would break out and there would be a lot of hateful things spoken. But last year, for the first time in many years, we began mending fences. There were no arguments, no hard feelings. It was a really good Christmas. (rant continues)