Man, it’s been a shitty week at work.

It wasn’t that work was bad or that I was overwhelmed with things to do. No. It was actually slow and that was what was killing it.

Maybe it had to do with me recovering from a cold earlier in the week, me taking Monday off, then heading back to work on Tuesday, but the rest of the week was slow.

I thought it was Thursday or even Friday when it was only Tuesday.

It was a slow malaise torture. Horrible.

Then Friday came.

Things started out great. It was all nice and jokey and great. Had a discussion with my boss about some issues that we are experiencing and some other news and discussions.

I then went on my usual walk around the office and was stopped by Stone, who wanted to speak to me about one of the issues that were discussed with my boss in the morning. I directed him towards my work partner, since he’s the one that handles the situation and I’m not very helpful on what he needs to do because I don’t know much about it.

Simple. Clean. It was the plan of action that was discussed in the morning, that my work partner would reach out or discuss the situation with them anyway. I did that. I pointed them that way.

When I got back from my little walk, I got an angry IM from him saying what I did, speaking to Stone and telling him to talk to him, was not cool.

It was not cool. It was “us talking”.

I couldn’t understand it. I didn’t understand what I did wrong and why he’s reacting this way. He was on the phone working on another situation, so I couldn’t talk with him. He wasn’t answering his IMs either.

My boss came to me to check to see if a SD card was corrupted when I pointed out the conversation that we had. My boss didn’t understand it either.

So, as time gone by a little, I was just waiting for a response and none came. I explained to my boss exactly what happened, since he was part of the discussion that I had in the morning to see if I did something wrong or if I wasn’t supposed to talk with Stoner about it. Again, I didn’t seek him out. He saw me walking the halls and asked if I could speak to him. That was it.

My boss couldn’t see anything. I waited, then had to answer a tech call and left the floor or maybe I went on another walk. But when I got back, my partner exploded at me. We had a short verbal spat and that was that.

Fuck.

I just hate being around sensitive people. I still don’t understand why that set him off. I don’t understand what I did wrong. I kept going back to that morning discussion and then the talk I had with Stoner to see if I broke any social/professional decorum and I don’t think I did.

I’m not the type that follows many of these said etiquettes or decorum, but I don’t think I did anything wrong.

Later there was a closed-door meeting between my work partner, my boss, and a third-party mediator that was there to calm the situation down. Then I had my own closed door meeting.

Even my boss said that he has no idea what happened. Even when pressing my partner, he couldn’t come up with a reason.

No fucking clue what the fuck happened. No fucking clue about anything.

Fucking sensitive people.

Those who know me know that I’m not afraid to admit when I did wrong. I’m self-aware enough to know when I did something wrong or when I do something that many other people might construe as being fucked up because my lack of tack or my whateverness of decorum.

Fuck it.

Fuck it all.

* * *

It’s getting down to that time of the year.

Time is winding down so it can start a new again.

What will the new year bring? Who knows, but it’s anyone’s guess.

With the new presidency looming and fiasco joke that is our political system, it’s a tossup. I just want to see the show and hope that there is very little collateral damage, but we shall see.

On a smaller scale, it is winding time for me to look back over the year and prepare for my little yearly diatribe, my little a bah humbug to all.

Looking back, on a small micro scope, it had been a great year for me for which I’ll go into more detail in my yearly writeup, but yeah, it was a great year.

2016.

It wasn’t a great year on a global front. There were many losses and our political climate is a fucking nightmare that could only be describe as a joke. The world is on a trajectory of ending and it seems like most everyone is participating in it.

Can 2017 save it? Who the fuck knows.

Who knows.

I think that’s in a way a new thing for me, I just don’t want to think about it. The politics and the new presidency…don’t want to think about it.

The whole situation and newly strained relationship at work…don’t want to fucking think about it.

A possible new relationship…as much as I do and honestly, I really can’t get it out of my head…don’t want to think about it. I just don’t want to jinx it.

I horrible when it comes to relationships and girls and I am horrible at reading and picking up signs. I’m just going to fucking not stress it and just go about my business and see where things go. That’s all I can really do. That’s all I need to do.

* * *

Shit list.

I have a shit list at work.

I can’t tell you who’s on it, but there are a few people on it. They are either difficult or had me do something that sucked, therefore ended up on there.

Sometimes, they just didn’t do what I need them to do and therefore, shit listed.

A particular shit-listee said that there wasn’t much of a consequence of being on my shit list, that it doesn’t mean anything, so I’m kind of making her pay for it.

She doesn’t seem to happy about it, questioning people in my department as to why I’m mad at her and trying to get me to stop being mad at her.

I would say now, at this point of the situation, about 90% of the time, I’m just fucking with her and 10% of it is because she’s on my shit list, plus an extra 100% of the time is because I’m a dick and making it worse for her because she said that there was no consequence of being on my shit list.

She’s none too happy.

I’m sure my cohorts have told her or gave her some inkling as to why she’ son my shit list, maybe. I hope not.

I don’t know how long I’ll keep her in the dog house, but I’m sure eventually I’ll be whatever about it and it’ll just run its course.

Who knows?

So far, I’m having fun.

* * *

Relaxing.

That’s the plan for today.

Cooking.

Old fashioned braised short ribs instead of the sous vide.

Holy fuck shit, let’s talk a minute about the fucking sous vide short ribs I did.

Looking on the interwebs for the best way to sous vide short rib, I concluded it would be cooking it at 140 degrees for about 50 hours and that was my plan.

Instead of doing a simple salt and pepper seasoning while it cooks, I decided to do a Korean bbq flavored. I whipped up a gojujang sauce marinade, put it in a bag with the short ribs and let that bitch cook.

50 hours later, I seared them for a big on each side, pour over some of the reduced extra marinade I had left and it was done.

I served the rib over a bed of cauliflower mash and some sautéed broccolini.

I didn’t know what to expect with the short rib. I cut into it. Tender as fuck, but still held together like a steak. It wasn’t flaky as one would find in a typical braised short rib.

I took a bite and it almost melted in my mouth. The fat rendered completely. It was so tender and the kbbq flavor was there. I almost fucking cried. It was so fucking good. So fucking good.

I’ll have to do it again, most definitely, but not at the moment.

I know that there will be a lot of experimenting and new recipes now that I got the Anova sous vide stick. I can’t imagine the possibilities of what to do, but I’m excited as hell.

Cooking.

Relaxing.

That’s what I need to do to just forget about everything that I don’t want to think about, which is quite a lot at the moment.

Quite a lot.