So, let's start with the bad: work. I'm really, deeply unhappy with my job right now. Last Monday I got written up for failing to perform my duties for two months. But, as everyone who works with me knows, I barely have time to do what 'my' duties are because I've been spending too much time doing the duties of other people. Throw in the fact that the reason I wasn't able to do 'my' duties is because of the fact that other people weren't doing what they were supposed to be doing in order to help me, forcing me to do THEIR duties in addition to mine in addition to the other million people I help on a daily basis and, yeah, clusterfuck up the ass. But do people seem to care? No.
Instead, they stab me in the back. In December we decided to revamp one of our storage systems. I'm the one who came up with the idea. The idea was that the people in packaging would write down what each sleeve had before they put the stuff in its packaging and gave it to me. This was agreed upon. Only packaging doesn't do their job, so I have to do the writing. It isn't very hard, but it's still something that I don't really have time to do. Turns out now they claim they never said that they would do that, even though they did. And the boss is just like 'it's all his job now.' So, I have to spend about twice as much time, if not more, doing something that could be done in the morning before I get in, but the packaging people don't want to help me.
Tuesday I get pulled (again), this time by the boss. He wants me to move into the production building. Not surprising, I knew it was coming, whatever. But he wants me to go into another part of the building and itemize stuff on the shelves so we can make room for my new cubicle. Apparently I'm the only person who has to help clear the room for his cubicle. I call bullshit. But whatever. I do what I'm told. I put things on a pallet, say what is on the pallet, and how many boxes of item x are on the pallet and then I move on. I'm supposed to have help, but they take away the guy that was helping me within the first half hour.
The next day I'm about to finish when the boss says that I was doing it wrong and I needed to count how many of the items were in, not just the boxes. This is as I'm ALMOST done with the LAST pallet. So, basically, he doubles my work. Fuck. My. Life.
Friday was our company luncheon. Attendance isn't mandatory or anything, but it's a monthy celebration of the joy of working where I work. I boycotted, because I refuse to celebrate a place where I'm not happy to work. If I feel better about my job, or at least how much I'm valued at my job, I will attend again. Pity, because next month is when I get my chance of winning 100 bucks and my 3 year pin. Whatever.
It's marginally better this week, but shit is still shit.
Needless to say, I come home and I'm extremely upset and it shows. It even shows at work. People know that I'm pissed and they're sympathetic, which I appreciate. It's just that sympathy, appreciated or not, doesn't actually do me much good, you know? And when I'm pissed off about work it just throws my shit entirely out of whack. I can't really focus enough to write because I'm too tired to do something coherent (at least in a fictional format... this is more opinion-based and stuff, so it's much easier!), I was able to churn something out on Saturday, but that's about it.
Sunday was the day that Mario Galaxy 2 was released. Now, I'm sure more than a few of you know full well about how much I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE the character of Mario. He's up there with Wolverine, Batman, Diego Alcazar and Tommy Pickles. Needless to say, I have much hatred towards the plumber. But I loooooove his games. They're so freaking good. And Galaxy 2? Galaxy 2 is AMAZING. It has really been the only thing that has kept me sane over the last few days. I'm so glad that I have it. It's so good to have something that is just a pure cathartic release. I don't really have to think, I just have to react.
And, to be honest, I'm pretty freaking awesome at it. I'm a good gamer, depending on the game. Sometimes I'm even a great gamer. I think I'm up there with Galaxy players. Yes, I die, but I haven't been unable to get any of the stars that I've come across so far (and I've just gotten my 51st Star. I only need 60 to beat the game and see the ending but I've still got at least a dozen different galaxies to explore!). Most of all, it's fun.
And right now, with my life being what it is, I could really, really use some fun.