More coffee in the ‘bucks finished off the worst day ever. I spent all day doing something I normally enjoy - putting up Christmas decorations. I volunteered for the task. yes, volunteered… that usually goes so well for me…
Armfuls of tinsel and baubles, 6 artificial trees, lights, and other assorted nonsense - none of which matched - became 7 rooms worth of decorations… I have only to string and hang 60 baubles up the stairs and then I am finished.
The problem with it all was - well, I was at work. You know, work that place where you are supposed to contribute something to whichever company you are employed by… but because I still have no login to get into the systems, and me using someone else’s means they have to stop working it is just easier to have me do things like the decorating.
I felt useless… and this was agitated by a total lack of understanding why things are done in a certain way… They just don’t make any sense to me. Frustration and a little cry to myself… Not a good day.
Hence the grande coffee.
Then came the bit I just love - waiting at a freezing cold bus stop (because in my rush to get out of there I left my coat behind meaning the only thing stopping the cold getting to me was my suit) with the rain sheeting down… and having the bis be half an hour late. I was starting to lose the feeling in my fingers - Brass Monkeys doesn’t even begin to cover it!
The thing was by the time the bus arrived I was just so happy to see it that I forgot to be angry.
And the thing is tonight was just so relaxing I am fine about going back on Monday. I have to stop getting so involved and act like what I am - a temp.