sally sue strikes again

listening to: the ramones

feeling: like i may never eat again. (office gathering, pizza for lunch)

engaged in: the most mind numbing task ever--deleting 1300 email addresses from a 12000 name database. though, this is slightly less horrifying than yesterday's task, which was pulling all of these addresses out of the "delivery failed" emails.

hoping: to find something fun to do tonight. and that my dad will call. i need to talk to him.

debating: whether or not to go see yo la tengo.

so, yeah. i'm currently thickly ensconced in what has to be one of the most boring tasks ever. and it looks like it's going to last a few more days. ahhh...work.

i know i've said it before, but i'm getting very concerned that my life is beating the wacky out of me. i fear that i've lost my capacity to be interesting. this is a fear that comes up whenever i encounter someone who, upon learning what i do, says "oh, you work for a corporation," with that particular sneer of disdain and pity that is the exclusive skill of the bohemian. and, ordinarily, that wouldn't bother me. but when i realize that my work stories are really quite dull to anyone who's not me, whereas all these artists and musicians and filmmakers i know have the best stories to tell from their work...well...yeah. i don't really know how to articulate it more than that. and it's not going to stop me from telling another little story about my office culture. because it's my friggin' diary, and i'll do as i please!

okay. today's adventure:

as i've said, i'm working on the most horrifyingly dull thing ever. yesterday, it nearly made me freak out. (sifting through nearly 2000 emails in eight hours will do that to you)...i was very distraught at the prospect of doing it again today. thus, people have been giving me a wide berth (particularly as i balked rather strongly at a swath of teasing put my way this morning), as they know that until this is done, i could snap at any time. and they're all very familiar with the fact that i both kickbox and carry mace. i'm a dangerous girl if provoked. so anyway. i've been getting lots of sympathy and attention because i'm getting that rabid badger look to me.

meanwhile, in the next cubicle...

sally sue receives a peculiar email from our designer. he's very christian, and is distressed that we want to change a sentence in one of our publications to be slightly less overtly christian. now, we don't want to offend him, but as a non-denominational company, we don't want to offend anyone else either. so, we call a little department powwow, and ultimately figure out a solution that will (probably) work for everyone. all is merry, crisis averted, time to move on with our lives. not so. despite the fact that we've come up with a solution, sally sue continues to be upset and agitated by it, fretting noisily and hemming and hawing. interestingly, getting most vocal when i'm giving my progress reports on the email inputting of death, or lamenting the fact that i have...you know... a thousand left to deal with. stuff and such. eventually, she's whipped herself up so much that she has to storm out of the office, announcing loudly to the assembled company that she's "so tense about this mitch thing," and just has to go "walk it off." interrupting a conversation i'm having with young mister longacre about how many of these rejected addresses are probably just wrong as a result of misspelling...

now, i'm as big on the tension clearing walk as any girl. i'm a believer. but, it all irked me. that she had to make a big production about how hard and taxing her job is on the one day that someone else is actually having issues with their work. as though she couldn't stand to lose the "who has the most work" or "who's having the most job trauma" competition that doesn't even exist in this office.

needless to say, it pissed me off righteously. as many things she does do. anyway.

whatever.

i should get back to that project, anyway. this was just enough respite and vitriol to restore my equilibrium for round three.

word!