Been tired of late.

The heat and humidity lower to a more bearable level, but it’s still there.

My body tells me that I need to rest. I need to relax since I’ll be traveling at a break neck pace during my Italy trip.

It tells me to slow down, sleep, and rest.

I need to.

I don’t want to get sick while I’m on vacation. That would be the shittiest thing to ever happen.

It happened before and it put a small damper on the trip. Hopefully, I’ll recover before I leave.

Here’s hoping.

* * *

Work.

Work is busy as usual with the training classes that I’ve been doing all week and the project manager of the new SharePoint rollout.

People.

People get on my nerves. They annoy the fuck out of me.

I understand their frustration on certain aspect, especially when we are talking about Skype for Business not working well with some of our clients, but then again, there are certain things that we have no control over.

We have no control over their network speed. We have no control over the hardware that they are using. We have no control over their firewall.

I don’t understand what the issue is and I’ll have to test things out and see what would be the best solution to the problem.

They want a new platform while we already have one that works.

Money.

It’s not my money, so why do I care?

Just breathe.

Breathe.

* * *

Microsoft.

I need to stop getting so angry with them when I’m on a call with their IT.

But they frustrate me so much.

So so much.

They’re frustrating.

* * *

I’ve been in a pissy mood as of late.

A lot of it has to be me recovering from the cold and my body being tired.

Some of it has to do with Microsoft Help Desk and some of it is that I’m just tired of people

I’m moody. I’m PMSing.

I just want to get away from people. Get away from the city.

Going to Italy will help, but I’ll still be around people.

The state of affairs in the US isn’t helping things either.

Fuck people man.

Just fuck people.

Like, I told Elizabeth yesterday, “I’ve been busy…hating people.”

So fucking true.

Fuck people.

* * *

Weekends.

They are my days to myself.

They are my days to reenergize so I can face the week.

They are my sanctuary days.

Leave me alone.

Let me be.

Peace.

Solitude.

* * *

Hard to focus.

The Nyquil hangover is no joke.

Body is in a faux fatigue, drunk on Nyquil.

It’s telling me, what the fuck dude?

What the fuck?

Blah.