fly swatter

I want a fly swatter today. My boss is buzzing around my desk with stupid questions about printing PDF files, emailing TIFFs and a whole bunch of other shit that has nothing to do with my job or the state of my soul. More than once I've wanted to pick up a book or a newspaper and bean her.

Projects come across my desk. Lists of courses. Deadlines. Text changes that are important to the administration.

I accept them with a smile and a "no problem." But inside I'm weary. My heart takes short halting breaths and I think to myself, "I don't care. I can't care at all."

This is all to be expected. I'm very willing to cut myself a break. Just wondering why my buzzing boss doesn't get it.

P.S. Thanks to everyone, both in Blogger and LiveJournal, for your kind words to yesterday's post. They all mean more than you might realize.