I know I whined on Wednesday (my Wednesday Whine posting), but I really must whine once more.

First thing at work this morning, I leave my desk to use the bathroom. (I know, t.m.i., but bear with me). Boss has been out since yesterday morning and wasn't to be in at all today. So there I am using the restroom and my cell phone (in my pocket) begins to ring. Of course I'm not going to talk on my cell phone on the toilet, but I did casually glance at who was calling, to find that the call was coming from the building. Now, we have a paging service, whereby if someone needs you and you aren't at your desk, they can call the reception desk and have you paged (god how I hate being paged). But I hadn't been paged! But there I was being called on my cell phone. So I'm thinking it must be an emergency and I answer it (while sitting on the toilet). It's the boss. "I'm using the restroom," I say, grinding my teeth and biting the back of my tongue. "Good, I'll see you in a minute, then," he responds.

That was first. And that pissed me right off. Where was the fire, you ask? Why, there was no emergency. In fact, I don't even recall what it was he needed.

THEN

I receive a call that some documents I ordered have been delivered and I need to pick them up at the reception desk. So I run right down to get them, and as I'm signing for them the boss calls the receptionist to have me paged. She let him know I was on my way back up and gave me a knowing look.

By now I am positively livid. I arrive at my desk burdened with thousands of cumbersome documents, to which he asks, "What are those?" I'm so mad that I really don't care that he's my boss or how I might sound when I reply, "Boss'sname, I work for other people too." In other words, butt the fuck out and leave me alone and let me do my work. I get another rousing "Good" from him. Again, no fire to put out, and I don't recall that what he had to say to me was of much importance. Certainly nothing that couldn't wait for another minute or two....

He was here only for a few minutes (30-ish) and then left, to take the remainder of the day off. He expected me to be at his beck and call for the short time he was to be here. I am as his indentured servant.

My take is this: I have a price. Everyone has a price. I'll be his effing slave, but what he's paying me is NOT my price.

I'm assuming that this morning just completely screwed my day, because I was having great difficulty today on the treadmill during my lunch break. I just barely hit 5 miles, and it certainly wasn't a cardiovascular problem - I wasn't even really breathing hard. I just hit a wall. I ran out of steam and had no energy to run on...5 miles was truly all I could do.

Sigh. Happy friggin' Friday.