Debbie Downer strikes again.

I'm already irritated enough at my job as it is right now that because I spend the vast majority of my scheduled shift on the phones, I'm not only fried when it comes to working customer service, I'm fried when it comes to simply being in the building. I really need to work the overtime that's still available, but I've been avoiding it for the simple fact that being on the phone every day since, oh, October, without any break whatsoever is wearing on me, and just seeing the building is starting to stress me out, and I'm not about to give myself a mental breakdown just to pay bills that my tax return should take care of.

Which is where we get to Debbie Downer.

A week ago we were able to print our W-2s for the day job off the website that posts our statements, but yesterday we got our paper copies, which is what most people were waiting for. I've already made it clear to both Debbie Downer and the woman who sits on the other side of me just how irritated I am that I still haven't gotten my Wegmans W-2, so talking about taxes is a sore spot.

I come back from break to find that while I was gone they had handed out our W-2s.

Me: "Oh, good, a W-2 I already have." *grumbles*
DD: "I'm glad. Now I can sit down tonight with TurboTax and get it done in an hour."
Me: "Yeah, I still don't have my Wegmans W-2 [which I mentioned to you more than once. AAARRRGGHHH], so I can't."
DD: "They usually get it approved for me within a couple of days, so I should get it in a week or so!"
Me: "... yeah, can we talk about something else? [Or not at all?]"
DD: "I can't wait until I get my return. I have so many bills to pay!"
Me: "*headdesk*"

It's like there's an invisible bubble over her head that keeps anything that's not happening to her out of her sphere of recognition, unless of course you're not on the phones and she is, in which case it is vitally important that she know EVERY LITTLE THING that you're doing at all times.

(Yes, the excess formatting is necessary.)

Also, seriously, if it came in the mail today, I'd call in sick. Wouldn't even think twice about it. I need a mental health day anyway, and I could get my apartment cleaned, and my IT homework done, and oh, my God, I am NOT allowed to talk myself into a day off until I have that stupid W-2. Urgh.

EDIT: Screw it, I'm staying home today. It's a bit early in the year for a mental health day, but I could definitely use it. If I go to work today and Debbie Downer says anything to me, I'm pretty sure I'm going to pounce on her like a jungle cat and throttle the crap out of her.

Oscarwatch -- the last dregs of the major awards

Winter's Bone

Three things:

1. This is a fantastic amazing movie that more than deserves every nomination it got. The one thing I will give it tons of credit for is that it could have been really easy to stoop to the redneck hillbilly cliches, but they really do a very good job of avoiding it. These are people first and foremost -- dirt-poor and squirrel-hunting in rundown homes with cluttered yards, yes, but it's the sort of poverty that's neither a joke nor a caricature.

2. It wasn't until halfway through John Hawkes' first scene, when I was trying to distract myself about how fucking creepy he was by checking his IMDb listing, that I realized the reason I thought I knew him from somewhere is because he was the weaselly guy in The Perfect Storm.

3. I've decided that my current idea of the perfect movie would be Jennifer Lawrence and Hailee Steinfeld kicking ass and taking names for two hours. They can play ass-kicking sisters! Helen Mirren can be their ass-kicking grandma!

... uh, did I just start shipping James Franco and Anne Hathaway?