i just went to dinner with my sweetie. i was just so miserable that i started crying on the way to food. he took me to eat in the SUB and ran away to "pee and get cash." later on in the meal, JW and MM showed up 'cause my sweetie had actually gone to the newspaper office to tell them to come hang out with me and cheer me up. later on, LB came and ate dinner with us. "he sounds like a dick," she said of my supervisor. "you should just say, 'look -- i have lots of other commitments and i resent that you're implying that i'm being lazy.'"

he's not really a dick, i guess. i know he's not trying to be malicious. but he doesn't understand me or how i operate AT ALL.

one of the people in my lab invited the whole group to dinner tomorrow night: a rare social event. i was all for going a couple of days ago, but now, i really don't feel like it. i just don't know if i can hang out with those robots. i think i might just get despondent.

today, when my supervisor came in, i told him about a problem i was having with the simulation software: that it seems to have a 3-year time lag and changes that I make take forever to update. instead of helping me solve the problem, he essentially just bitched me out and accused me of using it as an excuse not to get anything done. that was what got me particularly upset.

but anyway, i'm back in the lab now. the borg have all gone home, and thanks to the newspaper crew (and Belle and Sebastian), i feel a lot better. i love those kids. and i love my sweetie. *hugs*

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in other news, they just did a 10-minute fire alarm test on the building. it wasn't annoying at all...

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also: i'm completely out of clean underwear. maybe when i start coming to work a biohazard, my supervisor will let me go home and wash my clothes.