I’m having a self-esteem crisis today, so I thought I’d whine for a moment.
I saw some recent family photos where I was actually in the frame. And I look like the elephant man’s ugly little brother.
I’m studying algebra. I’m too long in the tooth to be studying algebra. It makes my head hurt, and I cannot see a point to it.
(I actually aced the first 2 tests, but I still don’t understand this stuff dammit) I want to throw the durn book in the fireplace.
The love of my life is 3000 miles away, and I miss her very much. It will be a few weeks before I see her. It will be at least 6 months before I have the funds to move close enough to see her on a regular basis. So I can look forward to lots of missing her.
My left ankle is still bothering me. I slipped while mowing wet grass back in July. The Dr didn’t think it was broken (X-rays later showed it’s not) but I didn’t get any relief. Sometimes it swells up like crazy, other times, there’s no swelling at all. Some days I hardly notice it, other days it affects my gait so much that my knee and hip start to hurt.
I’m old and falling apart. I don’t like being in pain all the time. I can’t spend my days sitting with my leg elevated - I have things to do and places to go. Yesterday, the PA gave me some exercises to do that are supposed to help it get better. But today, I’ve got a sharp pain running along the outside of my foot. It’s making me crabby.
And the vending machine is screwed up, so I can’t get any medicinal chocolate! <deep sad sigh>
Ditto on the old and falling apart business, FCM. Lots of little whinges stocked up but the main one is that my supervisor is a wet-behind-the-ears, cry-baby, ass-covering, academic snob who thinks her trailer trash redneck Disnoid husband is GQ material and the rest of us are just her slaves to throw under the bus whenever she feels like it. (Pant! Hack! Pant!)
As I said in another thread, I’m still trying to wiggle out of a birthday dinner in my honor at my inlaws this weekend.
Me: We really don’t like to make a big deal of our birthdays…
MIL: Yes, you’ve said that before, but I think you should celebrate them.
Me: Well I don’t and it’s MY freakin’ birthday!
Now it’s even worse. They want us to come early and watch the Packer game. Gaaak! I loathe watching football with them! Between MIL’s miniscule grasp of football “Now why exactly should interference be a penalty?” and FIL’s racist remarks “You know why they’re called the Ravens? Because that’s what color they all are! Hah hah hah!,” my teeth’ll be so ground down by dinnertime that I won’t even be able to eat my cake. (I hate cake!)
FCM, I feel your pain. Literally. My right ankle has been bothering me on and off for the last few months. I can’t think of anything I did to it, it just started hurting. Occasionally it seems slightly swollen (although with my fat legs it’s hard to tell) but it’s never been bad enough that I want to take the time to see a doctor.
Then about four weeks ago I slipped on the stairs going up to bed and twisted my left knee. The next morning it hurt like hell but wasn’t swollen or bruised so I took some pain pills and toughed it out. After a few days it felt better so I decided it wasn’t worth bothering the doctor. This week it suddenly decided to start hurting again.
Getting old is a pain, but considering the alternative…
I dunno what’s worse, gf’s father’s … colorful remarks and jokes about non-het people (trust me. You do not want to know) or the fact that my car is 130-ish miles away and is still broken almost two full weeks after it got towed to that one auto shop. If only I weren’t in the middle of fucking nowhere.
And yes, I have been missing school all that time.
GF’s mother: “No, there’s a sniper up there so you (gf) can’t go to Dopeaween.”
“But we won’t be in the general vicinity. We’ll be fairly close to the WVA border. No gas stations or home depots anywhere nearby.”
“I don’t care. You can go to dopeaween next year.”
Heh, that post was supposed to be from iampunha. He’s used to always being signed in so he didn’t even check the logged in user.
Anywho, I’m the gf with the over protective mother who seems to believe the sniper has the ability to sniff out a innocent little country girl on her first visit to Northern VA and shoot her. Bleh.
I’m overdrawn. And I don’t get a check until tomorrow, so I’m likely to be even MORE overdrawn before I get the $$ in.
My toe hurts too. It looks suspiciously like something nasty–leprosy, something like that. It doesn’t hurt terribly, but I have a feeling it’s only a matter of time until it just surprises me by falling right off, and then how am I gonna deliver papers, huh?
Well, my feet hurt prety much all the time. I have gout and the last time I slipped up on my diet and had an attack they seem to have gotten permanently messed up.
My gut is revolting, again.
I have to take a test on Saturday (Real Estste Broker’s exam) for which I paid 75 non-refundable dollars and naturally I now have the mother of all colds.
And did I mention I’ve been unemployed since May? That’s why I’m getting my Real Estate license back, my days of being super-programmer are apparently over. I haven’t even gotten a reply to a resume, much less an interview. 26 years (off and on) I’ve been a programmer, and for what? So that I could be laid off at 55.
Two nights ago, Mrs. Stof and I got in an argument (after 13 years, they happen). I went to sleep upstairs on my office floor. Somewhere in middle of the night, I woke up and said to myself, “Self, screw this. Mattress beats carpet.”
Coming down the stairs, I stepped on Mrs. Stof’s cat (her cat, because I believe it wasn’t a serpent who gave Eve the fruit, it was a cat), who yowled and jumped from under my foot, causing me to turn a leg under me as my ass bumped down four steps.
I now have a broken, painful, black-and-blue little piggie that had none.
[sub] I’m ugly and unlovable. I’m stupid and barely employable. I’m going to be lonely and broke for all the days of my life. People only tolerate my presence.[/sub]
WHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!
Lord, please give me faith!
Keep chanting: I trust you, God, I trust you God, I trust you God…
Bumbazine, I hear you. I was laid off at the age of 61 and have been unemployed for nearly two years. Prior to being laid off, I had never been unemployed—hell of an experience at any age and even worse when you realize you are being thrown away.
hmmm now “My Whinge”…
My Boss is a paranoid little ratfink, who distrusts anyone with a university degree, becuse he got his degree at the school of ‘life’. constantly make a few of us want to pack up and leave as he drives the division right into a sinkhole, and thinks were on the road to recovery.
The person I have been showing interest in likes me ‘a lot’ but is stuck on someone she went out with 10 years ago. damn another wasted chance.
fed up with my nationality being a hinderance in a foriegn country, as soon as i open my mouth and they hear my accent, my opinion carries no weight.
The weather is piss poor, cold, muggy, depressing, dank, to quote the movie ‘snatch’ -
Immigration official - Do you have anything to declare?
Dennis Farina - Yeah, Dont go to England!
sory for the rant on jolly olde england but I’m in a mood today…
