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[apocalypsos]

You know you're having a bad day when you realize that the one thing that would probably solve all of your problems is some hard-core projectile vomiting. (And when I say hard-core, I mean the kind of projectile vomiting that inspires the Olympics to add a new category and makes Linda Blair feel self-conscious and inadequate for a week.)

And not only have I felt like crap all day long, but as an added bonus, I have to come in bright and early at the buttcrack of dawn tomorrow morning because Bosslady's off to another station to train people. What this means is that I don't get to cash my paycheck before the weekend, I won't get to send out my dad's Father's Day card until Saturday, and that's even more time when I can't write. Oh, my job ... I love it so. *eye roll*

But at least I've always got taunting Bosslady to fall back on, because if I even imply that I think two guys making out is hot or that I'd date a bisexual guy (like I did today), she damn near has a coronary. Hee ... that's fun.

Urgh ... am currently doing data entry and am really getting sick of stupid people who fill out their own airway bills. Especially those braintrusts who put the little three--letter destination codes for places in the corners without actually looking them up. It's never like they're logical codes in real life, like NYC for New York or LON for London or whatever. It's inevitably whatever three letters make the least amount of sense, like somebody out there is picking them professionally by just dumping out a box of Alpha Bits into his face and picking out the first three that get stuck to his eyeballs.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just going to curl up in the dark under my desk and whimper pitifully. (Maybe my LOTR tat is finally getting to me. Jesus, I hope I don't end up having to throw my arm into Mount Doom. You know, what with the rest of me being attached and all.)

EDIT: You know, it'd be nice if just for a little while, I could stop being so fucking stressed out all the goddamn time. *growls*

Comments

[kkglinka.livejournal.com]

Why don't you just write him a letter and send it off from work?

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I'm probably going to call him on Saturday and give him a heads up that it won't being getting there until after Sunday. He's a nice enough guy where he'll be fine with it.

I'm just bitter because I was planning on getting most of the stuff I needed to get done before the weekend done tomorrow morning, and now that's gone straight down the toilet. And just for good measure, I can't bust out of work early, either, because the only other person who knows data entry is going to be off tomorrow.

I just found out both of these things today, too. Love my job. Oh, yeah. (Urgh.)

[burntcopper.livejournal.com]

:soothes:

I sympathise about the projectile vomiting feeling.

And empathise on the data entry. Currently typing up all the quarterly Scout reports for Latin America, the Mediterranean, Africa and near-east Asia for the oil business. :throttles them: write your co-ordinates in the same way, damn you!

And... er... I apologise about the London codes. They're very evil about having two airports for one city. You should see the postcodes, they're even worse.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Britain's codes don't bug me as much as southern Florida's (which seemed to all switch around last quarter just to confuse the hell out of everyone) and New York City's ... especially NY. Up until September 11, there was a WTC code for that section of Manhattan, and people are still dense enough to put it in there as a code. (Not to be callous, but the buildings aren't there anymore. Damn it.)

And I've seen the post codes. Blergh.

[laughingrat.livejournal.com]

I have a feeling that if you tell Homophobic Boss Lady that you like boy-inna-dress--and that boy-inna-dress is generally STRAIGHT--she will not only have a coronary, but her hed will explode yay. (Ahem.)

I'm not saying you do like boy-inna-dress, although as someone who does I can't understand not doing so. I'm just saying it would REALLY make her head twirl around like the hollow cat-toy it clearly is. Besides, if she's taken to the hospital for the head-twirliness, she'll never know you didn't go in early tomorrow, will she? 'Course not.

Here's a lovely userpic of Eddie, con boobin, to get you started. I heartily encourage you to set your bizzy fingers a-walkin' on Google and see what you can find on your own!

*snerk*

Incidentally, I just saw a trailer for this "King Arthur" movie. Why, why have you not yet mocked it heartily? It appear tailor-made for such treatment.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*snerk* Well, it's like I told her -- I don't mind dating a bi guy, just as long as one of the sexes he's attracted to is female. :) And just think, we could scope out guys together! (Any guy who's so afraid to appear gay that he can't answer the question "Which male celebrity would you sleep with if you had to sleep with a guy?" worries me. Dude, it's a hypothetical. Chill.)

And as for "King Arthur" ... patience. The trailer's only making me wary, but I'm pretty sure the movie will bring it out full-force.

[laughingrat.livejournal.com]

It is teh evol, Your Cuteness. Smite it! Smite it now! Stabbitystabstab!

You'll have to excuse me. I'm an amateur Arthurian lit scholar-type-person, meaning that I actually READ the medieval and renaissance literature (albeit in translation) from which we moderns get most of the legend, not that I dress up in poor imitations of medieval costume and rape Early Modern English with my Strap-on Dildo of Ignorance.

Oh, *I* just made fun of the movie, didn't I? Whee. I ought to get gently sloshed while watching television more often. It sharpens my wit even as it increaseth my lust for blood.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

Pierce Brosnan. As long as he does his whole Bond thing

[lots42.livejournal.com]

Reminds me. If you gotta throw up at work, use Boss-Lady's trash can, so her lair will smell like TrollPuke

[caprine.livejournal.com]

You have a LOTR tattoo? Wow. That's hardcore.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Yup, I have the inscription from the One Ring in two lines of Elvish in a band on my left arm. It's my favorite. It's so purty. :)

[lots42.livejournal.com]

Ooooooh. Me want.

[harmonyfb.livejournal.com]

You know, it'd be nice if just for a little while, I could stop being so fucking stressed out all the goddamn time. *growls*

Amen to that, sister.

[opportunemoment.livejournal.com]

OK, this is such a random question, but I've been trying to decipher the references since I friended you and now I give up. Where exactly do you work and what precisely do you do? Just out of interest, since the mental image I have is shaky bordering on non-existant.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I work at DHL Airborne Express in customer service. And it sucks beyond the telling of it.