Seriously.  I’m so sick of it being ugly and depressing outside.  Freak snowstorms yesterday that were crapping out tons of snow for a whole 5 minutes just weren’t awesome.

Anyway.

Work has been busy.  Partially because I’m making it that way.  The comment was made that our department is apparently not working at capacity because nobody is getting overtime.  At any job I’ve ever had, it’s always been expressed to me that overtime should only be given/taken/earned when it was expressly told to be done by anyone with the authority to say so.   Some of us have families, some of us just don’t want to spend their life at their computers, so if they aren’t telling us to take overtime, we’re going to leave at 5 o’clock.  So with that said, if to prove to the higher-ups and people making these comments that we are, in fact, staying busy and working at or close to capacity, I racked up the overtime this week.  I topped out at nearly 60 hours and I didn’t even stay late everyday this week.

They’ve been doing interviews to find a new person for our department, but I think they are jumping the gun here.  At this point, all of our workstations are tied up.  They CAN’T add anyone without purchasing more equipment.  So whatever.  It’s Sunday.  No more talk about work.

I’m working myself out of my funk.  Still can’t explain it.  I think I just need some attention or something.  I need to try some new things.  Change things up a bit.  I wish I had some vacation time or something so I could take a short  trip somewhere, change things up a bit… you know.

C’est la vie.

See ya.