Review

So yes, I'm not doing anything Thursday. I have to work Friday night, and most likely Saturday night as well. I usually have Sundays off, but I don't have my work schedule past Friday, so who knows. Ok, side note-- I just saw a commercial telling boaters in San Diego to not dump raw sewage overboard and use pump stations instead. So who are the assholes who think it's cool to dump that stuff in the water? Do they then ride on their jetskis? I can't think of anything more idiotic. Dealing with seal poop is bad enough, but EW! I can only imagine if RV owners did the same thing. Gross.

Anyway. It has been very hot here. It got up to 100 in East San Diego today. Every morning I wake up sweaty. Ew.

I got my yearly review from work today. What a joke. First, the person who did it is someone that I haven't worked with in I don't know how long, and she's the most surly and unfriendly and irresponsible manager I've ever had. Not to mention that her command of the English language is questionable. (i.e. instead of typing "above and beyond", she typed "above and band". not even close) She rated me as merely "competent" in just about every category. Pretty much all of the comments she wrote say that I should work faster so I can do more work. Since I get paid the same no matter what, then what would be my motivation for doing so? We all kind of laugh at these reviews, mostly because there are no raises involved in the result. They really only need to let me know when they're going to fire me. It's still interesting to see what a supervisor says about me. Especially in this case. There was also a point where she wrote that I should be more outspoken and voice my opinion more at work, but my mom always said,"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." That was pretty much my MO all along at work. I shudder to imagine what would happen if I were to be more outspoken. I doubt she would appreciate it. I think you'll agree that it's also hard to imagine anyone thinking I don't voice my opinion enough. Oh well.

I had a nightmare last night involving zombies. It's the second time it's happened, and I hate it, because then I don't want to go back to sleep. It's like being 7 again and being scared to even hang my leg off the bed because something might get it. Nightmares suck.

I guess that's about it. Call me when you get a chance.