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apocalypsosYou 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*
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*
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Date: 2004-06-17 09:58 pm (UTC)