An exercise in being unproductive

Last night I went for drinks at a friend’s house. I didn’t want to go but I figured after all my “I have no friends” bellyaching I didn’t have much of a choice. She called as I was getting dinner together for the family to remind me of the invitation she half made a week or two ago. I told her I would try to make it; the whole time trying to think of an excuse why I couldn’t. No wonder I’m friendless; I’m anti-social.

So after dinner I unenthusiastically dragged myself over to her house where she proceeded to get me drunk – I was complicit in this in no way. Lol Really I wasn’t. It’s just every time I put my glass down, my friend — a good host — filled it up. Now I wasn’t rip roaring drunk mind you. I suspect I was the only person who knew I was drunk (and I admit I didn’t even realize it until this morning when I woke up with that distinct hangover feeling).

It was silly though on several levels. One, having too much to drink and having to get up and go to work the next sucks. That said its only a teeny tiny hangover; nothing a few aspirins didn’t make quick work of. Worse was that because I had so much to drink on a night that I needed pain killers to sleep (day 1 of ovulation; God I hate my reproductive system) I didn’t think it was prudent to take them so instead I lay awake clutching my heating pad all night. Today I am just wiped. Luckily (so far) it’s a quiet day at work.

Haven’t done much today except — bizarrely — offer moral support (and a few suggestions) to my boss who is dealing with a sticky situation with a co-worker. More and more I’m morphing into my boss’ deputy which I guess is all right (definitely a plus career wise) but makes me feel a little odd. I guess technically I am senior to the others in the section (and it IS what I wanted) but traditionally “levels” don’t mean very much around here so its not a position I’m used to being in. Worse yet I work with the most pompous of fellows “I got my Phd from Kings you know?” (said in a pseudo english accent) who makes me feel inferior just breatheing. It feels strange being his superior (the others I can deal with lol).

In the end its was an entirely unproductive day – and I skipped off early (only and hour) to go home to my heating pad and decidely whiney children.