the test

i suspected a test yesterday. and sure enough. in my mind, i passed. i can see how it would be perceived that i failed. i was requested by name, and well, i was busy.

i riddled the ballbuster with questions today.

what's your issue with...

why don't you like...

and he navigated my barrage of questions with answers that seemed to pacify me.

i pegged you all wrong,

i finally told him.

then before he left i said,

i'm glad i got to talk to you.

i kept letting you shoot yourself in the foot,

he said.

.

i ask questions to clarify misconceptions if i have any.

good,

he said.

so we left in a relative truce. according to him, someone else is the source of the drama. i'll ask that person when i work with them. either that or he's blowing smoke up my ass, i'll figure it out.

came home and went straight to bed, so tired, just woke up. work called, i need to come in an hour earlier. which is fine, whatever. then a day off, for which i'm grateful, i'm wasted tired. my first monday, mondays are slow. i hate slow. slow and tired make for a very long day. though the early part was fine. i dig the fast pace.

must go do something productive. not sure what.