longpastbedtime

I said something as just an offhand humorous remark yesterday, and it came back and bit me in the ass today. I said something about Monday and Tuesday working together (I think I called them bastards, too), in that at least one of them will be bad. I told a coworker that since her Monday was good, Tuesday's going to be waiting at the front door with a baseball bat. Well, my Monday wasn't particularly good, but I was almost dead-on about Tuesday; I was only off by the size of the weapon. It was a lot bigger. I worked 8 1/2 hours with no break. I only stopped to pee once. I did a truly impressive amount of work in that time; we sort of determine our own workloads, but there was a lot to be done, so I grabbed a lot. The most irritating part was when a guy who brings over my samples commented on how much there was still a lot left to do, and that I must not feel any remorse for those following me. Okay, 1.) I'm the temp, and I've only been there 6 weeks, which is definitely not enough time to be as fast as they are. 2.) I did more than the person before me, and more than the person following me. 3.) I'm coming down with something, don't know what it is, but I can't really take a full breath right now and my throat and head hurt. 4.) Today was the fastest I've ever worked, and I never stopped working. So fuck directly off. Of course, this is all inner monologue, since telling this guy to fuck off would in all likelihood cost me my job. Still, he was being a grade-A asshole, and didn't know the situation.

Fuck it, I'm getting out of town tonight. There's a Disturbed/Chevelle/Taproot (who I've never heard but my hardcore friend likes them) show tonight an hour from here. I was debating not going, since I feel like abject ass right about now, but after today, I think I deserve, maybe even need this. Well, gott a bail. Good thing I don't have to work tomorrow.