A GOOD day at work???

What is it about that? I actually had a pretty good day at work yesterday.

The trainer was gone, taking her insults with her (she was on a roll this last time, jeebuz....)....and I was able to catch up on work that had to wait until month end close was finished....

and it actually went okay.

What insults, you ask? The first one was on her first morning in our office. I had to go to the daily meeting, and when I got back, I was supposed to check in with her.

She was in the bathroom when I got back. I had to wait for her to come out. She actually said that I was "sitting there doing nothing."

I stood up for myself, and said "I JUST got back from the meeting, and YOU were in the bathroom! It was maybe 2 minutes, and I was NOT sitting here doing nothing! I was updating the census while I was waiting FOR YOU!"

She smile, and said "Oh. Okay."

Then, at another time, she inferred, not very subtly, that the Admissions person's job was more important than mine, and that I should drop everything to do something else in order to accommodate the Admissions person.

Excuse the eff out of me!!!

And then, she ranted frequently, over the course of our 24 hours together (two consecutive 12 hour days), that I had dropped the ball on preparing for month end...even though I told her- every time she said something demeaning- that I had been fully aware of what I needed to do to prepare, but that my direct supervisor instructed me to do OTHER THINGs, so that I was NOT ABLE to do the pre-close work she had wanted me to do.

I wanted to say, but didn't:
"Remember, you called me last week, asking how my husband was doing? You KNEW that I had been off all but 3 days of the 2 weeks prior to close, due to my husband's heart attack, and the holidays, and the corporate-required unpaid time off! No overtime was allowed on the days that I DID work, so since I was only allowed to work 7.5 hours on those three days....how was I supposed to do EVERYTHING??"

Even the last moment before she sent me home on Wednesday night at 8, "THIS is why you have to do your reviews BEFORE month end."

Again, I wanted to say, but didn't : "Okay, I'll be sure to tell my husband to time his next heart attack at a different time of the month."

But...anyway.....

Having a good day, after so many bad ones....THAT confuses me now.

If I can actually have a good day here and there, is that not a sign that things can get better? Is that not a clue that I should not throw away the highest paying job I have ever had in my life?

Gawd.....

It seems that, as long as I don't have to deal with that woman, things can maybe get better.

I dunno.

Still feeling the effects of working 24 hours in 2 days. I have a bit of a cold or something. Blech.
Woke up today, after 10 hours of sleep, feeling pretty crappy.

Dave's doing well, though, and we might go out to Lake Arcadia today to see if we can spot an eagle or two. We also have our old dishes to take to the thrift store, and the recycling to drop off, and the groceries to get, and the parents to visit.

Groan.