life in the garden of eden.

Supposedly no one else knows how to do my job, not even the office manager. Nobody touched my desk when I was out sick on Friday, and as a result, three very time-sensitive files which came up on Friday and should have been completed on Friday were ignored. I spent the first half of today putting out fires, one thing after another after another after another.

After a while, it got laughable. This is the kind of stuff that makes me loathe to use vacation time, lest I come back from relaxation to wade through a river of stinking, muddy Hell.

My weekend was largely unproductive. Most of it was spent sleeping or curled up in a ball, trying to ignore pain. That sounds terribly whiny, doesn’t it? It probably is. I was very uncomfortable.

I spent a few pleasant hours in LOTRO, exploring the Misty Mountains and picking up reputation items to barter with in Rivendell. Aya watched for a while and kept telling me to throw my Elvish Hunter off a mountain. When I couldn’t find any slopes of an incapacitating height, she got bored and wandered off.

The only really productive, positive thing I did was on Saturday, when I started a few seedlings, with Aya’s help. Lettuce, watermelons, blue lake green beans, tomatoes, chard, and some dill. I’m not entirely sure where I’m going to plant them yet, but there’s plenty of time for that. It is still too close to freezing at night.

During my lucid hours, I wrapped an absolutely fail-tastic storyline. The whole storyline gave me a kind of yeurgh feeling from the start. Everyone I talked to about it thought it was just bizarre. And the other party tried to godmode, repeatedly, which I politely tried to work around. Being polite got me nowhere. I finally called him on it and he thought that since his character had known mine for “years” that god-moding was allowed. Er, no.

I should trust my feelings more.  Stupid stamp for Eve.

Tags: lotro, RP, work