dammit, I got this stupid meeting in the morning and I’m supposed to talk about stuff that I don’t have ready and don’t wanna do anyway so it’s just not faaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiir! Besides, we’re having a Christmas lunch for the people we serve at 12:30 tomorrow and I have to make cornbread dressing and cook a turkey this evening and make giblet gravy, cause that’s what people want and besides, bf and I are hosting a party tomorrow night with another couple and I gotta finish making chicken salad and then I need to stuff the chicken salad into these little mini pitas and I gotta get there early enough to make the rum punch cause nobody else can make it right. They said they’d make it but it wouldn’t be as good as mine so of course I have to do it allllllllllllllllllll! And I don’t want to prepare for that meeting. Life is just soooooooooooo meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean right nooooooooooooow!
My supervisor wants a first draft of an observing proposal by today - I’m only half way through it, and can’t think of anything else to write. Wwaaaahhhhh!!! Its too hard to think of anything. Plus, I finally get to spend a whole week with the man I love, but is studying 600 miles away, and I have to be in my office writing this damned proposal.
And I want to go and see the Two Towers, but haven’t got time, and my grand-dad’s ill in hospital 
I haven’t even started on how nasty my week’s been - I was almost in tears on Monday; Woke up, switched on my computer, and found I had no internet connection :eek:. My wonderful (read ultra-spoilt) housemate had promised she’d sort the bill out (the cable compay had sent us a letter saying the bill’s not been paid, sort it), but hadn’t, and so I was slightly stressed already. Then, once I’d got into the office I found out I’d locked myself out of my house (my own fault - I’m stupid!), had to find my landlord, ask for the spare keys.
But it all ended well, I got the keys back to my house, rang the cable company (on my mobile :eek: ), and then my SO came over. 
yeah, yeah… laid off 6 months ago with nary an interview in that time. Every company I have worked for in the past 15 years has gone out of biz or been sold. Daughter from hades is pre-teen and probably ADD and not at all worried about making everyone’s lives hell, wife hates her job and brings that home. Make mine extra-sharp New York cheddar, please.
Go right ahead!
God, this thread makes me think of a trick we pulled on a whiner I used to work with.
Gazzell - You probably just have a turnsignel bulb out. Cheap and easy fix. Carefull you don’t get a ticket.
These bitchcakes could use a little salt.
takes a big breath
My eyelid is inexplicably swollen and I had to wear my glasses to work today. The swelling’s gone down a little but I still look like I got popped in the eye. I’m hungover and I just ate a sandwich with giardinera peppers so I should succumb to a serious case of wolf-ass in about a half-hour. I am so looking forward to that. I have to go to the Hello Kitty store today to find a plush novelty for my niece after work, make it to the store to pick up some food for people coming over tonight for the Survivor finale, clean the house, pack for a trip, and try to get some sleep before tomorrow. And I didn’t meet my personal deadline for finishing corrections on a dissertation chapter. My boobs are swollen and in some serious pain because I’m PMSing my brains out, I cried for no reason three times today (once while reading the NY Times review of The Two Towers, once because I read something funny in my book, and once more because I don’t even know why), and I have that pre-period fullness in the lower belly.
Mweeeehhhhhh.
Judith, I have decided I love you! (In a purely platonic, female friends kinda way. In other words, “Will you enter into a monogamous lesbian relationship with me?” El Hubbo will merely wish to tape us in the act of love. Hope that’s okay with you. )
Seriously, your post cracked me up!
I’m rea-a-a-a-aaaaally friggin’ tired of doing laundry.
This is the first Christmas since my daughter died, she was almost 11. I don’t get my son this weekend. I have no lady. I’m alone. Stuf stinks all around in general specifically.
Angua, please take care of Grandad. We’re special. 
I slaved over a hot oven to make homemade bitchcakes just for you, from my Grandma’s secret recipe, and ALL YOU DO IS BITCH!
. . .
Oh, wait, I guess that means they turned out juuust right. 
It’s coooold!! It’s raaaiiiiining!! I can’t ride my motorcyyyyyycle!
I HATE CHRISTMAS! HUMBUG!
I HATE WORK! DOUBLE HUMBUG!!
I didn’t get anywhere near enough vacation this year.
I have no money. I have no friends and…
It’s cooooold!! It’s raaaaiiiining!! I can’t ride my motorcyyyyyycle!
I still have Christmas shopping to do and I’m stuck at work because we’re still inputting commercial orders and everything’s accelerated because, you know, we would like to take off Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and my eyes hurt and my husband stuck the Christmas tree right in the middle of the living room so now I can’t get to the desk to get stamps to mail cards and there’s needles all over the floor and my daughter’s sick and we did a gift exchange today and I left my gift to give at home and this stupid computer is so slow processing information and I can’t leave until it’s done.
But I’m seeing Two Towers on Sunday. 
I can tell I’m going to have a really miserable cold when I wake up in the morning. The dreading is almost worse than the actual being sick, isn’t it?
I said almost.
I want to eat dinner now, not when my sweetie gets home, and all the TV tonight is a rerun. I’m having gastric reflux from all the Advil I had to take when I wacked my elbow while cleaning before the cleaning people got here. I finished my Connie Willis book and stupid J. K. Rowling still hasn’t written the fifth Harry Potter book. The “Goobers and Raisinettes” song has been running though my mind since I posted about it a few days ago, but I’ve forgotten some of the words and they’re not available on the Internet! Columbia House sent me Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, when in fact I ordered The Wizard of Oz. Not only that, but my shiny new Hannukah DVD player won’t hook up to my not-so-old television. I don’t want to write my syllabi for winter term. I don’t want to re-bill an insurance company. And I certainly don’t want to file all these articles spread out on the floor (in the room where the cleaning people don’t go). And where’s my stinking pie iron?
I had this really bad thing happen to me today! Then something else bugged me. Plus, I was tired. Then just before supper I had a strange feeling of malaise. Later on, I got hungry. I hate it when that happens. Damned metabolic process.
Plus, the Simpsons sucks now.
helps self to greedy portion of cubed cheddar with bitchcake
My dog won’t stop pissing on everything, out of nowhere. Even my bed. It’s too late to do laundry so I get the sofa and the DOG gets the bed…which means I get to spend my day off tomorrow doing mammoth loads of laundry…in addition to frenetic last-minute Christmas shopping I can’t afford…I’m trying to OD on Advil to get rid of my horrendous cramps…EVERY damn song on the radio sucks right now, and I hocked all my CD’s so I have no alternative…why does that “I’m Real” song by Jennifer Lopez piss me off SO BADLY? It’s personal now. I want to hit her.
Oh, and I have gas heaters which don’t reach the kitchen, so it’s arctic in there and I have to do dishes b/c people are coming over tomorrow…and I saved last year’s wrapping paper so I wouldn’t have to buy anymore, and I just found out my dog pissed all over THAT, too…I need new work shoes, the wiring in my bra is poking through the fabric and stabbing me in the boob, my feet stink b/c I wore dirty socks to work today…
And I’m all bloated, my hair needs therapy, and my mother will not stop calling me.
primordial howl
helps self to another chunk of cheese-covered bitchcake
<hijack>Which Connie Willis book, Shoshana? I read Doomsday Book earlier this year and really liked it. </hijack>
I don’t have anything to do at work. All the people who are supposed to be training me in on stuff are taking these two weeks off, but I’ve used up all my vacation time so I have to be here. I’ve got meetings Tuesday and Thursday that’ll each take about an hour, and I have to start and stop an application the next two Thursdays; starting or stopping it takes about two minutes each time. So, for the next two weeks, I’ve got maybe four and half hour’s worth of work to do, and I’ll be here 64 hours. That’s 60 hours of my life just wasted, sitting here posting to the SDMB.
Wait a minute…
And just think, you could be sitting at home right now, posting to the SDMB…