I have a photo challenge post that’s ready to go up. Am just waiting on Tink to announce next week’s words.

And I’m not one to post twice in the same day. But today is kicking my butt and I need to vent.

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I woke up today with a backache the size of Mt. Rushmore. Not that I’ve ever been to Mt. Rushmore, but it seems like it would be pretty big. I could say “as big as Stone Mountian” but how many of you outside of Atlanta would understand that reference?

It feels like I’ve been hit by a truck. And I don’t have any Advil here at work, because my preshus babee dumped out my purse last night and apparently I didn’t put it back in there. Also missing? My gum and hairbrush.

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When I got to work this morning, one of my bosses, CPK, almost immediately corraled me and chastised me. Here’s the thing … I do a LOT around here, right? I do my own work, plus I fix broken computers and water coolers. I do testing and report writing. I do insurance calls. I do (a very tiny bit of) scheduling. Some things? Naturally fall by the waste-side.  I can’t help it. I’m only one person. And despite that I blog and email during the day, I still manage to get a shitload of work done.

Friday was a particularly long, trying day because of the boy I tested. Still, I managed to get three reports worked on or done as well. One report I did NOT get to was CPK’s. I had told her I would try to get to it on Friday and apparently that translated into “I WILL FINISH THIS REPORT” on Friday.

On Monday when she came in, it was not done. Today, she told me “what if she needed it for Monday?” but “thank goodness” she didn’t. And to “make sure” that I record everything I get to, or don’t get it, because she “would just have assumed it was done.”

Just once, I’d like a conversation with my bosses to go something like, “Hey, moo, you are doing a great job. It must be really hard to balance motherhood and work, but we’re satisfied that you are doing the best that you can.”

Today, it was just really hard to take the criticism. Especially after my other boss, RBK, chastised me last week for not going to work on a Monday. Although I never work on Monday, a kid was scheduled for testing. So RBK thought I should be there. Uh, no, dude. Sorry that was inconvenient for you.

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Then, I sliced open my elbow on the metal paper towel dispenser when I was reaching up to adjust my hair (damn you, missing hairbrush!!).  Blood oozing everywhere, I had to hunt down a moist towelette and a bandaid. And it would! not! stop! bleeding!

*sigh*

Thankfully, a bandaid was procurred before I managed to muck up my beautiful cream colored shirt.

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Finally, my sister called Baa. She is bleeding. She is 8 weeks pregnant.

Some prayers and good thoughts would be much appreciated. This baby was very much wanted, and my sister is all alone this week, as her husband is out of town (and our mom lives here now, dontcha know?). If she is having a miscarriage, there is nothing to be done. But my heart aches for her.