What a terrible, horrible, rotten, very bad week so far. Ok, so today hasn't been that bad. I'm suffering more from residual grouchiness than anything else. Sort of a grouchiness hangover, if you will. I think most of my sadness earlier in the week had to do with the isolation of my job. If this position has taught me nothing else it's taught me that I would be terrible at a job where I'd have to work in isolation from home. Because here I'm in an office, but it's tucked away in a corner of GSLIS that no one ever visits, and since I'm the sole project coordinator for this grant I have no actual co-workers, per se. So I often go days without saying more than 10 words to someone in the course of a workday. Which bothers me sometimes more than others, and this week it bothered me quite a lot. I think it didn't help that friends were away on break or otherwise incommunicado, so I wasn't getting to talk to anyone after work either. Anyway, I just sunk into a giant pit of lonesome and wallowed there for a while. But the warming weather is making it hard to stay down, so begone, blues. Begone, I say!