Cranky Monday

I'm trying desperately hard to get out of my bad mood this morning. Sometimes making a list of what's making me cranky helps me do that. It's worth a shot!

• I HATE messy piles. HATE them. When the folders are going all different directions and there is no attempt at neatness, I really want to scream.
• I also have a hard time with people who read and still can't spell. Maybe it's because they read crappy books. I don't know. But it irritates me.
• Don't buy stupid shoes. If they're not comfortable when you try them on, they may never be comfortable. Especially if they're not well made. So don't complain to me that your feet hurt when you bought stupid shoes.
• The anticipation of not getting enough sleep is almost more stressful than actually not getting enough sleep. And I'm anticipating getting maybe 5 hours of sleep tonight, if I'm lucky. Good thing I have paid time off and can take a nap between "jobs" tomorrow.
• I also highly dislike cleaning viruses off a computer because someone thought it would be a good idea to download a bunch of games, while mysteriously (and, apparently, unknowingly) resetting their automatic updates to "never update". If you use computers, I'm of the opinion that you should probably pay attention to what you're putting onto your computer.
• People who have pretty names or names that mean some variant of "beautiful", but who aren't actually pretty. Like Rose or, um, Leilani. Fortunately, there aren't many of those around, and none I know personally. But, you know, I'm always a little jolted when I find out someone's name is Rose and I think it should be something like, oh, I don't know, Johnna or something.
• Rushing to get ready because I'm running late, ending up in pants that are now annoyingly too big but that I haven't had time to alter or replace yet, forgetting my breakfast, being told that one of my coworkers is not going to be here (again), leaving my water bottle at home, and then suddenly realizing that I have to finish my taxes but that everything I need to do that is on my desk at home and I won't have time until maybe tomorrow.
• If you use the phrase "I'm going to punch you in the ovaries", I fail to see how you can brag that someone once thought you were older than you are. I do not find you charming, funny, smart, or anything you think you are, so just knock it off.
• Do not assume that, just because you think you're important, it means that we will disrupt everyone else's schedule just because you demand to be seen immediately. Our office doesn't work that way.
• And, for goodness sake, stop wearing hoodies under sports coats! That look is SO over.
  

Monday schmonday.

Some people's children...

I just had to exercise my Evil Supervisory Powers at work and kick a student out of my desk space.

I kind of feel like a jerk, but, oddly enough, I don't feel that bad about it. After all, it's my space, not some student lounge. This is not one of those campus jobs where people can just waltz behind the desk like they own it. As if there are really any jobs like that here. Every department deals with information of varying degrees of confidentiality and my department happens to have some of the most sensitive information on campus. To me, it's a given that you don't just invite yourself (or your friends) behind desks. You don't. Period. ESPECIALLY when it's in a department that deals with the type of information and students we deal with. The last thing I need is a student thinking he or she can access things behind my desk.

I've booted my own friends, who are honest and discreet and sensitive about this kind of thing, because they're not allowed. I don't understand why it's suddenly okay to invite someone to find a spot for his homework behind the desk, and then invite him to look at a picture on your computer. Because that is not okay. There is a reason we have privacy screens on our monitors. There is a reason my screen saver is password protected. There are GOOD reasons we have passwords for everything.

How do you forget that it's NOT OKAY?

And I meant it when I said, as I went down the hall to put away some (CONFIDENTIAL) files, "if he tries that the next time he comes here, I'll belt him."

Also, if you have two good hands and two good legs, don't use the handicapped access button on the doors. Not only does it cause a cold draft (with the weather we're having lately...) for a good 30 seconds, it makes you look lazy.