Cloudy, Cold, and Broke

It’s cold, cold, cold outside — cold enough to make my wet hair freeze into giant icicles. I’ve misplaced my hat, I can’t find my favorite gloves, and my warm brown shoes clash with the rest of my outfit. I’m in the far parking lot at school because I couldn’t get moving this morning. I should probably go to the grocery store to buy *supplies* for our expected snowstorm, but I’m broke as hell until Friday. It sucks when you know you have money coming to you, but the travel office sits on the check for-effing-ever.

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

Yes, I’m in a bad mood when I should really be in a good mood. I have an on-campus interview coming up next week and I had a phone interview last week. I won an award early in January. I should be feeling sparkly and happy because, gosh darn it, people like me. And yet … I’m getting stuck doing other people’s work because I am competent and they are not; I’m a freakin’ administrator, but I’m only making $100 more a year than a guy who is NOT an administrator and was hired a year after me; I’m too “inexperienced” (i.e., codeword for young? codeword for woman?) to be promoted to a higher administrative spot. It’s annoying and obnoxious and it’s pissing me off.

But, hey, at least I have a window office.