Daily Archives: February 9, 2007

where’s the pee

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I don’t know that my vampire pee pills are working – I took my 12.5mg dose this morning at 9, and since then have only peed twice. That’s pretty normal, considering I drank a chai the size of my head. Where is this extra pee I’m supposed to have? How can my tensions mellow if I don’t pee out the evil?

Luckily, the danger of bursting into flame in direct sunlight is minimal because I live in Vancouver and we’re in the middle of the rainy season, so we won’t see the sun for another 9 weeks or so .. but for some reason, that’s not making me feel any better.

Where’s my pee?!

in space no one can hear you cry

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The Space Station is making me sad.

I don’t like this feeling, because I really do like the company and the people I work with. The majority of my sadness comes from what my job has become – at the moment, I’m a receptionist/tech support monkey, not the Project Managing Internet Superstar I’m supposed to be.

My Space Bosses keep promising me awesome projects that’ll dazzle and amaze, but for the time being I’m stuck doing tech support and it’s absolutely bringing me down. It doesn’t help that the main phone line just happens to be on my desk, so I get every phone call that doesn’t go to the sales line. Between answering the phone and responding to support requests all day long, I don’t have time to even begin doing any prep work for these awesome projects I’m supposed to be working on soon. The few projects I DID have were overrun by the office control freak, so I was squeezed out of a lot of things including the upcoming office move. Oh, I’ll still be involved, but my role has watered down to being the person who tapes up the boxes once they’re all packed – a far cry from what I can and want to do. Throw in my daily battles with an extremely obnoxious client (seriously, if you sell hemp clothing, shouldn’t you be a laid-back hippie instead of a giant asshole?), and I’m just really stressed out and sad and dreading my 9-5 stint of answering the phone all day long.

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Sorry, I just had to go greet some clients at the front door and usher them in to their meeting with the sales guy. I should probably go see if they need coffee. I am the saddest little astronaut in the whole space station.