Feeling the burn

Blogger is being wonky today. Which is fitting. It's a very wonky feeling week. It is yet again Monday, despite my best efforts at pretending that Mondays don't exist. Selective reality isn't working out for me, apparently.

I'm starting to get very antsy about the state of affairs at work. I have assignments that I've been strongly encouraged to finish, yet I keep getting thrown into other people's projects, which causes me to fall behind some more. When I object, or argue my case, I'm given a hard time. So it seems like a lose-lose situation. I mean, if I say no to the other crap to focus on getting my work done them I'm not being a "team player", but if I allow myself to get dragged in, some of my work will be unfinished by the deadlines that have been set and I'm sure it will have serious and negative repercussions for me. Which is tiring, and causes me to get migraines if I think about it too much. I'm really losing my patience with my co-workers, and I'm incredibly frustrated that I have no idea what's going on with my review (I keep getting told - by someone other than my supervisor, of course - that I'm going to have one, but I have yet to see it scheduled), my workload and responsibility level are exhausting and require a nearly super-human ability to muster up anything but apathy for anymore, and if someone doesn't tell me what the heck is going on with the realignment and where I can expect to be in less than three months, I think I'm going to have a psychological meltdown from the pressure. Of course, changing roles will probably be a kind of situation that can best be described as going from the frying pan...into yet another frying pan. So, I suppose I should be careful what I wish for?

M: Thanks for the ticket! Sorry I couldn't even say hi - I was in the midst of fighting the urge to do physical harm to you-know-who (hint: I was standing in the doorway of that person's office when you came in...). Oh, and I got official word that Barbie resigned. And someone came in and was all "So, I hear you're moving upstairs. That's cool." How is it that people know about this and I have no freaking clue when/how this is all going down? It's like one day I'll walk in and someone will have boxed up all my stuff, and next thing you know Lumberg has my stapler and my desk is in the basement with the storage, and I never get a piece of delicious cake, and they said I can listen to music at a reasonable volume...

Too late. I've lost it.