Ed’s illness has entered the snotty stuffed up stage, meaning he snores louder than usual and with a charmingly thick gurgling sound. This is in no way disgusting and/or impeding my sleep in any way – last night I gave up and tried to sleep on the couch. I say “tried”, because our couch seems to be made of bricks and pointy barbed wire. I am very sore this morning and more than a little tired, which might explain why I woke up with “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” stuck in my head.

Nothing says “Hey, it’s Tuesday!” like a heaping serving of morning Meatloaf.

I am not cut out for a life in Support. I’ve always known this, but the last few weeks have made it glaringly apparent that I have no business dealing with the public. I do not play well with others, and word is starting to get out that while I obviously know my shit very well, I am grouchy and impatient and mean and I truly hate stupid people. I don’t intend to be short with the users, but I can’t help it seeing as I am only two feet tall (but righteous y’all). I’ve been promised that this is temporary, and I am glad that I’m in essence creating the team as well as all processes followed instead of just a run of the mill support monkey, but still. It’s frustrating, and my frustration is turning into abuse on our less intelligent clientele. Luckily for me our space bosses know my strengths in other areas, and they keep soothing the savage Kimli by promising that this is temporary – in the meantime, I just need to suck it up and take some deep breaths, and perhaps also take up drinking.

The sunshine outside is helping to elevate my mood. I can’t wait for spring to come – I desperately miss riding Sally!