There are times when I really, really hate working in a cube. Mostly it’s times like now when there are about three conversations going on around me and I’m trying to concentrate on something. It’s kind of hard to figure out how to delicately word a letter to an author about contracts when you have someone standing four feet away bitching about something stupid. I just want to be able to go somewhere and close the door. I hate making phone calls because I’m convinced everyone is listening to me. I hate that I can hear noise coming from everyone’s office. I hate that I can’t close a door. I want an office. And it really bothers me that we’re rearranging the floor and there’s going to be an open office for two people who come into the building maybe three times a month. Argh.
I am so not in the mood to go to Smithsonian training tonight. We went out for pancakes and I ate too much so I feel overly full. My head hurts. I have a performance review in a half hour. I’m still bitter about the pairs figure skating last night.
And to top it all off…
Current song in my head:
“MacArthur Park” Kill me. Kill me now.