Today has sucked beyond all comprehension. Every possible bad/irritating/annoying/unpleasant thing that could possibly happen at work today, did. And my life outside of work wasn’t good either. What even made it worse is tha that a single nice thing happened too, which threw the bad parts (IE the rest of it) into even sharper contrast. The only thing I can think of to say about May 23, 2001 is that May 23, 2001 will never happen again.
It was like God said “Short of getting Fenris fired, how can I make his life BAD today?” and then proceeded to go down a checklist of torture-points, making sure we hit most of 'em.
I’m tired. I’m stressed. And I tried to turn this into a funny rant but I couldn’t think of anything funny to say.
I can’t even go into details right now and make it a rant worth reading.
[sub]aarghhhgh[/sub] I’m goin’ to bed. Tomorrow will be a better day, simply because the alternative is too annoying to contemplate.
Ok, Fenris, We’re on the way to help. You remember, I have friends in [sub]low[/sub] places, whadddya need? Ya need some head bashing? meanacing looks?
Poor guy - here you were soooo nice to not hijack my GD baby into gun territory (I thought about that, ya know…) and even when you’re having a day like that.
Well, it’s tomorrow anyhow, here’s hoping it’s better. Ya shoulda called me, sweets, I’d have sent chicken soup/ guido/whatever wouldda helped.
You’re right Fenris. May 23rd did suck. But if May 22 2001 ever has the nerve to show her fucking face again, I’ll give the bitch an ass-whooping she’ll never forget.
I think it’s just the whole week leading up to Memorial Day. It seems interminable. What’s the deal there, Big Kahuna? Makin’ us earn that three-day weekend?
