I'm in a sort of "whatever" mood at the moment.

I had a six a.m. training for seven people who managed to dink away 30 minutes of our limited 90 minute session just getting logged in.

Buehler, who wasn't supposed to be here today, is here today. And he's got major PMS. He was taking the day off and he's cranky that he had to come in. It's not my fault he didn't get everything done he wanted to get done earlier this week, so why's he biting my head off?

I didn't bring any chocolate today and I desperately want some.

And I haven't heard from Coco. I've decided I have to give up on her company actually doing anything and start ho'ing myself out on the job market. Resumes. Cover letters. Desperate hours waiting for the phone to ring and for someone to validate my existence as a human being. Sweating the possible interval between when my unemployment runs out and I'll actually get a new job.

It's at times like this that I really miss being obsessive about fandom. At least that used to give me something to distract myself with. As it is, the only thing I have for my brain to focus on at the moment is whether to go ahead and buy myself some new books and toys now, so I have things to play with when I'm unemployed, or to hoard every dollar against the coming famine.

Anyhow, the whole "preparing documents" thing is why I really wanted Buehler not to be here today. The resume will be reasonably simple but composing a cover letter that can be modified as needed for each application takes more thought. And a lot of typing, which will lead Buehler to asking me what I'm working on and it's all just icky from there.

After walking out without warning the other day, Extension 17 had the nerve today to cal today and ask for his two weeks' severance paycheck with his regular check this week. Actually...no, what he wanted was his severance check today. Which, you know, you do have to give someone their check when you lay them off unless you're having them work out their notice, which is what he was supposed to do, so he's not really entitled to get any check early. And he lied about the number of hours he's worked in the last two weeks, because I heard him. Coming from the perspective of someone who rolled out of bed at 5:15 this morning so she could be alert enough to handle seven trainees at 6:00, that makes me bitter.

Also having Blisterak call up today and demand to know details about how many calls we've made and received in the last 60 days makes me bitter since we haven't been making many calls because he wouldn't let us talk to anyone and so he's on today's Idiot List.

I do have three phone calls to make and I should make them now but if I do, then I have nothing to look forward to for the rest of the day except my 2:30 training, and that's probably going to have to be rescheduled because Bossyboots, et. al. don't bother to check their work when they prepare data for import and the client's imported data isn't showing properly.

I'm thinking I should call my doctor and get the level of my hormones increased, what do you think? I'm sure grouchy these days, anyhow.

Also, I owe one of my nieces a letter and I meant to write that today but I forgot to bring hers in with me, for the sixth day in a row, making me a major lame-oid.

And I'm pondering which drawing class to sign up for next time. The second class I was going to take turns out to only be meeting twice, which hardly seems worth the investment. Now I'm thinking I'd rather move ahead with this same class instead, since it gives me six classes for the same amount of money. Except that the second class covers slightly different topics, and ones I'm interested in. But for $75, I should get the most bang for my buck that I can, right? And this teacher is setting up a whole series of lectures. The use of music in film. Art in nature. A bunch of things like that, each led by a separate expert. (No charge.) Some of them sound fascinating. I'd be embarrassed to go if I bailed on her next class in favor of taking Drawing 101. (Even if I should be in Drawing 101.)

And so it begins...the big brain meltdown that accompanies unemployment. The last time I was out of work for five months and it was all I could do to bathe on a regular basis. Making any larger decisions was entirely beyond me.

Okay, granted, I have three weeks before I actually become unemployed, but I'm preparing in advance. Isn't that efficient of me?

Also, Moe is driving me nuts. Yes, he's in London, but thanks to the Magic of E-Mail, I've had nine messages from him today complaining that his IP phone isn't working the way he wants.

Well, no, it's not. They did a major upgrade to the system, as I said repeatedly via e-mail last week. Until you plug the ip phone in and let it upgrade to match the system, none of your new settings are going to kick in. So, you know.

Stupidity on your part.

Does not constitute an emergency on my part.

(Never write to me again.)