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I'm very tired. Still sick, though I made myself go to work today--and my immediate supervisor and my manager both observed that if I didn't feel well, I should have stayed home.
I like being told that.
The meeting that was scheduled for today was indeed a "this is how you're doing" meeting, and the feedback was 100% positive. They like me there, and they like hearing me say that I love it there--and I'm not lying when I say that--so it's all good.
Still, it was a hard day, precisely because I honestly could have used another day to recuperate.
The worst part? The idiots calling about the ads that aired during Laura Ingraham'a show. It's all the same--a bunch of horseshit from people who probably haven't actually set foot in any hardware store for two decades saying they're now going to boycott the company because Laura Ingraham said something nasty about Little Hitler Boy.
The woman who insisted on swearing at me--I hung up on her after the third time. I won't listen to it, and at this call center I don't have to.
Made some decent progress on the call list that I've got, though, and we'll see if I can make any tomorrow, or what--I've got to try, though I'm not required to try too hard on Saturday.
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I suppose that I'm starting to get better, because I'm just beaten down and depressed, and that's what usually happens when I've been sick: I either get irritable, or I get depressed.
Maybe I'll just go to bed.