As I lay here six feet down

This was supposed to be a post with pictures from my flat (especially since I even tidied yesterday!) but my camera batteries were dead and I have no spares, so I will have to disappoint all of you.
Still, the flat is coming along nicely. It's now tidy and all the boxes are empty except for the ones with books I'm getting rid of. I'm even getting on a bit with decorating. I'm making paper flowers out of old magazines and by glueing them onto wire, I can put them in a vase. It's fun and keeps me busy while I'm doing other things. I'm also making paper stars and stringing them onto thread so I can make a sort of bead curtain to cover up my curtain- and doorless pantry but it's a lot of work since I really underestimated the number of stars I'd have to make. Still, it's something to do.
Now if only I knew what to do about my bare walls. I'm not allowed to paint and I want something classy without putting up some cliche poster.
I also have internet! Which took long enough (and I'm still updating from work!) but it means my evenings are slightly less maddening for loneliness.

In other news, apparently I am a scary person.
This is really all I conclude from the fact that people refuse to talk to me when I'm doing something that bothers them.
So let's just make this very clear: if I am doing something that annoys the shit out of you or that pisses you off or you think I'm being an ass and I should knock that off?

It's possible that I will tell you no, but I might also say yes and apologise and stop it. I am not an ogre (but I might be an onion). I am actually a nice person.
Going to tattle to my girlfriend, however? Will not help. At all. Ever. I will be more likely to laugh because you're behaving like a child. If she disagrees with me on something, she'll tell me. If she thinks I did something wrong, she'll tell me. But she is not my mother, nor my keeper.
I repeat, if you have a problem, just talk to me. Reply to me on twitter, leave a comment here on DW or on the corresponding LJ, send me an email (ehlyah at gmail), talk to me on msn (blast_that_bunny at hotmail) or aim (paraparapom). I am plenty reachable and I do not actually bite, I'm even mostly an idiot. :)

Work is still nice, permanent contract and job security are lovely things.
On the crap side, we're now doing some interteam competition and it is going to ruin our lives. Basically, by fulfilling certain criteria (being on time, being under 6 minutes in average call duration, getting good points in your evaluations, etc), you can gain points. If you don't quite fulfill a criteria, you'll get slightly less points, if you're not too great at it, even less and so on till you get 0. All the points in a team are made into an average and basically, the best team after ten weeks will get some mysterious reward.
After one week, lists with people's individual scores are already circulating and people with low scores are being eyed for it. Competition between teams is also starting to rise.
I hate it. I really do. It's so damn pointless.
And all this because corporate decided to introduce a performance culture. I knew it'd end badly.
Now to live through nine more weeks of this crap.

In the mean time I wish I could punch the client I'm talking to right now. Fucking condescending douche. I know how to solve your problem with the software, you don't, so fucking LISTEN TO ME and DO AS I SAY. Questioning my motives or what I'm doing will only tick me off. D:
Good thing I'm done in fifteen minutes. x_x