Bamboozlment!

May 26th, 2016

Send ALL THE caffeine.

My descent into staggering uselessness continues.

I had to leave work at nine in the morning, for reasons that I'm not about to go into here, but I couldn't just stay gone. You see, there was something of a kerfuffle about my attendance here at work last week, wherein they claimed that I'd missed a lot more time than my meticulous records indicated. They wanted to write me up for said attendance problem, so I had to do a lot of research.

In the end, I was able to actually argue away a lot of what they were going on about, as my boss had failed to note when I'd taken 'irregular hours' at work what, six times? But. As it turns out, my supposedly meticulous records were not quite as meticulous as I thought, and as a result of this, I did have something of an attendance problem after all. However!

Having argued down so many other instances of my not being here, or being late, or whatever, my boss said that she thought everything had been sorted, and convinced the human resources creature that this was the case. They just had to argue the point with the person actually tracking everyone's attendance here at work, and all would be forgiven. No blemish on my semi-permanent record!

Luckily, she also bought into this line of thought, despite the fact that the book she was holding in her hand clearly indicated that I should be smote for my attendance perfidy, so I'm in the clear. I somehow managed to bamboozle the lot of the management into thinking that I'm doing okay, so I am not, in fact, in trouble. The only problem is that if I have any other occurrences, they'll realize their error.

Thus, I had to come back in after I was done doing the thing what prompted me to leave work early, and finish my eight hour shift. A comedy of errors saw me getting back much later than I intended, which meant I was going to have to stay at work very, very late. Furthermore, I almost got out the door before one of the test guys began bugging me to help him with a thing, once he finished some other thing.

As is his wont. So, as I write this at eight o'clock, I'm hoping he'll pull his head out of his posterior and get his crap done so I can get the crap out of the building. Crap! But yes, it's dark and I'm still at work, which is messing with my head, and I find simply staying awake harder by the minute. The drive home tonight should be interesting. Here's hoping there's no hypnotic truck balls lurking around.

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