Natural Villain

There are days where I feel like I’ve conquered my little bookshelf of the world. An exceptional day, a great tasting piece of dinner, or that random connection when someone causes you to laugh abruptly and freely.

There are also days when I’m slow crawling down an endless hall to my bed just to wrap myself in the blankets and forget the day. If someone could just line up snacks and drinks down the hallway on my way back to bed it would make things so much easier.

I’ve been given a project and I’m feeling extra obtuse as I don’t seem to understand exactly what my boss is aiming at. The first version I gave, I’ll be honest, I’m not even sure he looked at, and now I’ve dropped off a book of over explanation to both cover our own asses, as well as educate our client, but I still don’t think I get quite what he’s looking for. And truthfully, I have no idea who I would be asking for a cliffnotes version of what this man is thinking.

Meanwhile I’m sitting on my little couch in my office trying to understand how deep is too deep and will the checklist do and is a flowchart really necessary all the while not even sure if that is really what he’s looking for because I stopped trying to read people’s minds that I’m not sleeping with. And my bed is currently empty.

It could be that I’m cranky because I had my third interview today and for the first time in this process an immediate link wasn’t provided to set up another interview. I’m not sure if I should be bothered or not. I think I should have some feelings about it but my brains feel like that are leaking out of my ears due to whatever sinus issues my system has decided to pile on. I think the interview went well, but at this point I could have accidentally insulted their great grandparents and I might have missed the social cue.

It also doesn’t help that my house also took it upon itself today to just act odd today. Sitting in my office during the longest most boring meeting in the history of ever, my door, that I keep pulled shut, but not all the way, because it keeps the room warmer, would at random start randomly creaking open by millimeters. Not even by a real discernable amount, but just enough for the hinges to make noise and to distract me from falling asleep. To the point that I negotiated with an empty room, suggesting an alternate time for a haunting as I just didn’t have the energy or bandwidth to deal with it at the moment.

I can only hope it understands I meant this summer and not tonight cause I’m really tired.