Over it.

I’m having one of those days where I just want to quit everything.  Just quit being a responsible adult.  Why doesn’t life ever seem to get any easier?  Every time I feel like I’ve got a leg up on the things that need to happen – I get knocked back down a peg. Or the whole f-ing ladder.

Every time I find myself at home with an hour to spare, I can’t take a nap because the girl who lives below me is practicing (badly, I might add) her jazz vocal exercises.  Every time I wake up early to go to the gym, their power is out and they’re not open at all that.  And every time I change out of my work clothes to get more comfortable for rehearsal, the socks that I chose to put on are so tight and warm and uncomfortable that I have to take them off in the cab on my way home.  Do not wear your warmest winter socks when you know you’ll be working inside a too warm rehearsal studio moving around a lot. 

I quit life.  I want to lie around in my pjs, wrapped in a blanket watching Law and Order: SVU all day.   

The building I work in is building out the floor beneath me and it has been excruciating.  There has been endless drilling and banging and hammering and sawing on the 14^th floor ceiling, and even though I know that it can’t possibly be true, it feels like 100% of the work being done is being done directly beneath my desk.  And even though I sent out an email to my entire team to let them know there’s nothing that can be done about the intrusive noise and excessive rumbling, that we just have to wait it out, I get complaints at least a dozen times a day.  I suppose that being the office manager means I am the sounding board for every unhappy thought and human to walk thru our doors.  I suppose that’s what I signed up for.  I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised and should be stoic enough to smile and agree and say “gee wiz, I wish that ruckus would stop too” but what I really want to say is slightly more aggressive.  Today the only person I saw that I didn’t want to punch in the face was our UPS delivery man.  He calls me Kelsey.  That is not my name.