Fuck you very much. I really needed that vacation day on Friday. Having to work now is totally fucking my shit up. God, I was so disheartened this afternoon.
My last profile should be done by 10:00 tomorrow, at the latest. I can spend the rest of the day proofreading; that's fine. However, having to switch my vacation day so I can finish up the other profiles? That ain't right.
What confuses me most is why I have to do a good job, but no one else has to do even a marginally good job. They can turn in a complete piece of shit, but no worries -- Jess will just rewrite the whole thing. And do the research again. I'm especially annoyed at the guy on my team whose work I'm constantly having to clean up. I wish I knew how to broach that subject with my boss.
But whatever. I guess this way, I'll hopefully end up with two weeks straight off from work. That's if I can schedule my IUD placement for Monday. *crossing fingers* I feel better after getting my fat ass into the splits in yoga tonight. I'd have gotten to the floor on the left side this week if I'd only had about 30 more seconds to ease into it. Next time.
Plus, there are other distractions. My brother got engaged (my sister is not happy) and my crazy grandma is drinking. 'Tis the season.