Super Cold Day Off

I definitely want to go back to bed and stay under the covers all day.  Definitely not warm like Monday.  I'll work my way up to getting around and get out of the house to go for my appointment and the post office.  

I explained to my mom the type of day I had.  I apologized for my reaction with the packages being on the porch.  It seems like nine times out of ten that the delivery people get our address right and deliver to the side door.  When they don't?  It's a pain in the ass to get it off the porch.  If they put the package over the gate the monster has up for the dogs, I may have to climb over it.  Sometimes the monster is sitting there while the package sits. I had ordered a 12 pack of Sparkling Ice in bottles and a 12 pack in cans and there it sat on the porch while he sat out there.  He said those packages look heavy when I got them.  I said Yeah, they are and walked off.  Idiot.  He used to be nice about bringing packages in the hallway.  It's a cold day in hell when he does do that.

Yesterday, I did something that was maybe a long time coming with work.  We have a schedule where we work on making sure the filings for each office gets put in the correct file.  It doesn't matter which group we're a lead for, we all work on this shared email.  We mark what we work on with color codes.  I have noticed for the longest time that the lurker's friend has been leaving a certain group for me on Wednesday afternoons.  It's so obvious. I can look at this inbox in the mornings and I see her designated color marked on everything except one particular group.  Why?  This particular group has various websites that involve looking up passwords or looking at a cheat sheet to go into other websites.  It's something that takes times and would slow down a person's metrics if you were someone who was obsessed with it.  I thought well, I don't work with this group often so maybe it's a good thing that I'm familiar with the things that they do.  

While I am working my shift for the afternoon, I'll have emails that I have opened up or accidentally clicked on that show that the email has been read.  I have watched those emails with my own eyes get marked as unread.  Someone is going in there and checking on what's going on. I had thought about sending a message to the group to please stop but I figured anything I said would get misconstrued and it's such a small thing, I thought let it go.  It felt like I have someone else watching over me and it's irritating.  Stay out of my business while I work please.

So yesterday, instead of waiting until after lunch to start working on the emails, I just went in and marked all of those emails that they were avoiding with my color code.  They were still working on it but I thought ok, here's a subtle message that I know what you're doing.  You want to keep doing it?  Go ahead.  I'll keep marking those emails that you are avoiding.  What do you know?  Not once did I have someone going in and marking any emails I opened up as unread.  

I don't bother people with their work.  Please leave me alone with mine. I had it.  I hope what I did will at least make this person back off.  If they want to leave those emails for me, so be it, but please stop monitoring me.  A couple of weeks ago, this person's assigned group needed help with their tasks so I picked a few up and this person actually took about three of them out of my name and into their name.  Basically the ones I picked up were fairly easy and could be closed out.  This individual has never helped with the difficult stuff in my area unless they were forced to so that adds to my annoyance more.  If the lurker is looking for something, they can take their friend.  I didn't want to say anything to anyone because it sounds so petty.  Yes, it is petty that they're doing it.  It's like do your own work if you're going to play the pick and choose game. I had enough of that when I had to deal with a dictation shelf.  Everyone would pick up the easy to understand tapes while I got stuck with the garbage.  Lazy asses.

Looks like my mom has the box ready for my cousin's stuff. I know this is the last connection my mom has to my aunt that passed.  I feel bad for having the feelings I have at times.  I am wary about some of the things my mom relays from their conversations.  

I have my eye appointment later this morning and safe to say I won't be talking a leisure walk up and down the hill.  I think CVS might be the only stop I make.  I could have seen my eye doctor's husband a few weeks ago but I didn't have the money and well, I like her even if she talks my ear off.  She's funny and I could use a few laughs.  I'm a loyal patient.  She's my person. Hopefully my left eye will behave better during the tests they do.  It just wants to go to sleep.  Last time she had to do the test because the kids that were doing it couldn't seem to help me with my lazy eye lid.  Not their fault.  My eye lid has been tired for 30 years.  I guess I have a ptosis?  Sounds cool, ,doesn't it?

I'll be grabbing Precious like a scarf today when I get home to stay warm. 

Good humans have a good day.  Stay warm.