Eff's Effing Eff

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

You can probably take it from today's title that I spent a great amount of today being annoyed.

I shouldn't be. I'm on my penultimate day at MPI, yet still my job managed to get right up my @rsehole. Like RIGHT up there. Like I was being pegged by food safety verification software. 

My day actually started okay. I made early breakfast for Caro who planned to be out all day to get her hair done. She disappeared at around 8, and I hung around with the cats, not really working and watching telly. 

Then it happened. Pregnant BA* decided to ask me lots of questions about Lemon's system. More importantly, all about the things that Lemon never effing bothered to write down. She wouldn't take the hint and GO AWAY. On and on with the questions. 

Then she started to play with the software. And broke it. And told Smock this. 

"I'm REALLY worried about it," said Smock.

This is despite the fact that the feature she chose to break, is really unlikely to be used, ever. 

So I spent most of my penultimate day chasing around trying to find documents that Lemon never wrote about features that people will never use. 

Then I had a two-hour handover with a technical team despite the fact that I am a BA and not technical but no other effer would do it.

I suppose I should disengage and go, "la la la, Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care", but I think my pissiness tolerance levels have been reduced by weeks of lockdown. I now take it as a PERSONAL AFFRONT when people interrupt my Kitty 'n' Me time. 

But tomorrow is The Final Day. I have to actually go in to the office so I can hand back my laptop. I hope the kitties understand.

S. 

* Who has not actually been pregnant for about two years now, but a Blipname sticks.