Foul Mood
I am in a seriously, seriously foul mood tonight.
They put me back on the phones this week because they were expecting high call volumes, which totally and utterly fucked my team because with the high call volumes we also had more work. So now my team is screwed because they decided their call volumes were more important than my work.
The gyno put me on progesterone (sp?) to induce a period, since they've decided I have polycystic ovaries. He said the hormone would start my period and on day 5 of the cycle to start the Clomid they're putting me on. The hormone has made me cranky (that's kind of putting it mildly; I've been a raging bitch since I walked in the door tonight. Part of that has to do with the stuff at work; I hate the phones with the passion of a thousand suns) and I'm so tired of everyone asking me if I have my period yet. I'm also tired. I leave my house at six-thirty am every morning and I'm lucky if I'm home by quarter of seven. I also have been doing more than my fair share of the cooking lately, so I don't even sit down for dinner until almost eight most nights.
Plus, Omar's dad has lung cancer, which has been very stressful. His parents are a little secretive about some things and this of course is one of them. It's been hard on Omar, which in turn makes it hard on me. I feel so badly for him because he's kind of lost about it. His parents haven't asked him for anything so he doesn't feel useful. And he so very much wants to be useful during this time. His dad is having exploratory surgery tomorrow to see if the tumor can be removed without chemo or radiation. So it was not a good night for me to be cranky, but cranky I am and I can't help it.
I just want to be left alone sometimes and there is no privacy in this house lately. None whatsoever. Plus, my house is a mess with boxes and not enough furniture and every time I bring it up to Omar he blows me off, which is part of what pissed me off tonight. Plus, I asked him to do something for me at home tonight when I got home and he ignored me to look for something that he could have looked for later. It just ticked me off.
Normally, he's thoughtful about helping me when I ask, but tonight he just ignored me and since I was cranky already it irritated me even more.
I am in a complete and total foul mood and I can't fucking help myself.
They put me back on the phones this week because they were expecting high call volumes, which totally and utterly fucked my team because with the high call volumes we also had more work. So now my team is screwed because they decided their call volumes were more important than my work.
The gyno put me on progesterone (sp?) to induce a period, since they've decided I have polycystic ovaries. He said the hormone would start my period and on day 5 of the cycle to start the Clomid they're putting me on. The hormone has made me cranky (that's kind of putting it mildly; I've been a raging bitch since I walked in the door tonight. Part of that has to do with the stuff at work; I hate the phones with the passion of a thousand suns) and I'm so tired of everyone asking me if I have my period yet. I'm also tired. I leave my house at six-thirty am every morning and I'm lucky if I'm home by quarter of seven. I also have been doing more than my fair share of the cooking lately, so I don't even sit down for dinner until almost eight most nights.
Plus, Omar's dad has lung cancer, which has been very stressful. His parents are a little secretive about some things and this of course is one of them. It's been hard on Omar, which in turn makes it hard on me. I feel so badly for him because he's kind of lost about it. His parents haven't asked him for anything so he doesn't feel useful. And he so very much wants to be useful during this time. His dad is having exploratory surgery tomorrow to see if the tumor can be removed without chemo or radiation. So it was not a good night for me to be cranky, but cranky I am and I can't help it.
I just want to be left alone sometimes and there is no privacy in this house lately. None whatsoever. Plus, my house is a mess with boxes and not enough furniture and every time I bring it up to Omar he blows me off, which is part of what pissed me off tonight. Plus, I asked him to do something for me at home tonight when I got home and he ignored me to look for something that he could have looked for later. It just ticked me off.
Normally, he's thoughtful about helping me when I ask, but tonight he just ignored me and since I was cranky already it irritated me even more.
I am in a complete and total foul mood and I can't fucking help myself.
posted by Lucy Starr @ 9:45 PM
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