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This was a terrible week at work, even worse than last week, both of them being worse than at any other point during the 14 years I've been working at this job. I'm frustrated with my job and my manager, he's frustrated with me, my coworker, and the software support team that's supposed to be helping us, and another coworker, who is trying to give us a mix of help and cat-help, is totally annoyed at all of us.
We went out for a work celebration, because the group as a whole managed to get two designs out in parallel, both more complex than anything we've done before. None of my team felt like going or celebrating anything, but our division manager made it pretty clear that we had to, so we went over, sat together, complained about the situation but not about each other, came back as soon as we could sneak out, well before the festivities were over, and got back to work, and actually had a productive afternoon less full of frustration and more full of creative problem-solving. So, maybe it worked.
Anyway. I have no motivation, I'm tired and irritable, and maybe I should go reread harry potter or something so I don't have to think or try to figure out anything difficult.

The next door neighbor's weird little bulldog appears to have messed with a skunk and lost. Everybody in the neighborhood loses.