Bring on the weekend. Bring it now.

Oh, this has been such a crappy week. And it’s still only Thursday. It started well, which should have made me suspicious – Monday’s aren’t supposed to be good, are they? Monday was fine though, and this lulled me into a false sense of security for the coming days. Tuesday was an opportunity to experience a new level of horror in the workplace. There was trouble, and I was in it. Everyone always talks about the mistakes they have made via email, and how easy it is to do – a ‘forward’ to the wrong person, an accidental and cringeworthy ‘reply all’ moment etc. Though I live in fear of making such mistakes, I usually steer clear of them. Not so on the Tuesday. Managed to email my boss about some innocent copy checking, forgetting to delete the incriminating stuff under the copy. I’d been messing around with my email signature – you know, trying different fonts and colours and so on…and also, heh, changing my job title on the signature, as if I had already been promoted. Apparently people aren’t allowed to just promote themselves…

So, of course she noticed, and of course it was all absolutely horrific. She returned the email to me, and suggested we ‘take a walk’. (As an aside, I thought that was a bit odd – take a walk? What is this, The Sopranos?). I was running on pure adrenalin at this point, furiously racking my brain to think of an excuse and also, if possible, restore my chances of getting promoted at some point this century. The walk was excruciating, but in the end we negotiated that I could change my job title, but that it would mean NOTHING in monetary terms. So, I suppose it was kind of a positive outcome, though I am still coming down from the adrenalin.

Wednesday was dull and tense and time appeared to have ground to a complete halt at around midday. A colleague in a different department is leaving the company, and Weds was her last day. There was the obligatory ‘stand-around-her-desk-feeling-uncomfortable-whilst-the-MD-embarrasses-her-with-a-weird-speech, then grow old waiting for the slices of cake to be passed around. Whilst it is inspiring that she is leaving – escape is possible! – I also found it a little depressing, because, well, you know, I am still here…

So far, Thursday has not shown me anything good. If we hadn’t got chocolate biscuits, I don’t know what I’d do. I need a holiday. And a lottery win. And…