I don't want to go to work tomorrow, because I know it will be more of the same: People telling others they'll do something that is my job, and then not telling me until much later that I need to do the thing they just told someone they'd take care of; really terribly poor communication department-wide; no word on the department reorganization, or no word that they'll pass down to the paeons; freaky Points Woman who is always talking about how many Weight Watchers points her rice has or whatever; facilitators not listening to me and then complaining that their jobs are hard; facilitators freaking out because we're taking their site clearance from them because one or two of them have rearranged things in the past; the mess that is currently the state of the history quizzes; and, to top it all off, people assuming I know everything about the copier because I happen to share space with it.
GAH.
Ok, yeah, it's a decent job. But I need to be done. DONE. I've been on that campus either as a student or an employee for the better part of the last 14 years and I need to break that relationship off. 14 years is too long to be getting paid what they pay me.
