I am so bloody sick and fucking tired of being so sick and tired of this goddamn fucking winter. It stopped being original to complain about it back in December. It’s already fucking MARCH and we’re about to have what would normally be the biggest storm of the year, but in this year it’s just another fucking cherry on the cake. There aren’t any more snow shovels at Canadian Tire, my poor bike has given up the ghost, I haven’t seen my driveway in months (don’t worry, I don’t drive, so it’s academic), my pants and shoes are permanently salt-stained, my skin is flaking off, my back is hurting from walking all hunched-over all the time (to avoid falling over on the ice), everyone looks pale and sick and scurvy’d (even the people from hot countries), I’ve given up on expecting my feet to be dry and comfortable for another three months. And now on top of it all I lose an hour of sleep on Sunday! Goddamn it! Enough already!
I hear you ** cowgirl **. Its melty, we chip away at the sewer grate at the bottom of my driveway. It freezes up and now theres a big hole there that swallows the cars of people who want to visit me. Ugh! Its horrible… plus everyone is getting sick for the bazillionth time, we are working short everyday at work, so people are run down, and getting sick, or worse coming in sick because who can resist overtime, and spreading it around. Now its cold enough this morning that people’s cars aren’t starting and grrr…
Bitching about the weather is a Canadian sport, and a boring one too. But everyone is sick and run down and one day its warm next its cold and the people who aren’t booking off can’t get to work on time because their cars won’t start… more work for me… then I get to go home to a houseful of sick people … and Im already on attendance management, so I don’t dare get sick and be off work…
(I love the double standard in health care. Oh, don’t come to work sick, because you might infect patients and staff. But don’t book off either, we need you, and its unprofessional to be missing shifts. We understand if you’re sick you’re sick and their’s nothing you can do, but oh by the way you had more than 3 occurances last year, so we call you in for attendence management, and make you quake in your boots and be stressed at the thought of missing a day. Hmm and stress is verrrrry good for the immune system, that and overwork and heat and cold and working with sick people. Great. And my son has a fever and Im leaving him with my mom because I don’t dare miss work.)
I dislike shit like baby showers at the best of times, but I have to gaping holes where my wisdom teeth used to be without pain meds and MAN do I not want to go.
But it’s probably my last nephew, therefore my MiL’s last grandchild so it’s a big fuckin’ deal. Jaysus. If someone at the damn thing asks me when I’m getting pregnant I think I may bite their head off.
Good GOD, cat, what are we feeding you? Dammit, we could power the entire Navy fleet on what you’re producing!
Somehow the torrential downpours moving through the area have brought with them allergens of death. I have taken flonase, zyrtec, and benedryl and nothing has helped. I’m sneezing nonstop, my nose is running down my face, and my whole head hurts with a sinus headache. It’s ridiculous that I could just wake up today and be in the middle of an allergy attack, I demand it stop!
I might just go to bed. Ugh, I feel like shit.
Fuck the time change. I got off work last night at 9 and had to be back here at 8. And what with the change, I lost an hour of sleep that I really needed. Except for the lost sleep I wouldn’t mind much, but dammit, I’m sleepy but if I drink more coffee I’ll be unpleasantly wired.
Yes, I’ve had shorter turnarounds, though not at this job. But I can bitch if I want to.
Damn fanfiction.net and fuck my neatness. I left fanfiction.net after they banned NC-17 way back when. Apparently they’ve let up on that and I’ve been writing again and I’d like to post on there again, as myself. But I deleted the account info from my passwords file and don’t have that email address anymore. I’ve emailed them, but I doubt they’ll be helpful.
“You want the password to some account that you aren’t sure of the email address to? Yeah, we’ll get right on that.” I can’t even blame them and that’s what pisses me off the most! I’ve tried every password I can think of already.
Also: weather, decide if it’s summer or spring already.
They, uh, let up on that? I bet there’s nothing good, though.
And fuck you, Technology. The clocks change twice a year. It’s on the calendar. It is not a surprise. There is no excuse for me to come to work and almost get torn limb from limb by a furious internet mob because the computers don’t know what time it is and go off, come back on, and say they’re closed.
Dear Psycho Woman,
When you asked me is OSAMA was a Muslim I answered ‘yes of course Osama Bin Laden is a Muslim’ Don’t say to me that how can I allow him to be President??? Oh PW you mean Obama!! No he’s a Christian. :rolleyes:
I’m sorry. 
If I were there, I’d loudly sing the Purdue fight song from your apartment. 
There’s some good Batman stuff, which is about all I’m reading right now. Sturgeon’s Law is still in effect of course. Adultfanfiction.net is pretty bad. I keep meaning to sit down and put my stuff up there, but I haven’t really had the mental energy.
Dear CapitalOne,
What the FUCK? The Kid is FOURTEEN. You’re sending her an application for a preapproved VISA?!?! And you have NO idea where the info came from??
Bullshit.
Then TRYING to get a human? HA! (Although this has been discussed numerous times before on the board). Finally get one. What’s my name? None of your business. Let me confirm all this info - okay. No, you do NOT need HER phone number or email address, idiot. It may take THIRTY days to stop adverspamcalls? WTF? Thank Gawd you haven’t called for her yet, as there would be NO end to my bitching you up one side down the other.
Do I want to apply for a CapitalOne?
What do you think, asshat?
GAH.
There goes my friggin lunch break.
There’s a law in the Great State of Illinois, and stop me if you heard this one, against interfering with a hunter. What the fuck? It’s obvious who dreamed this shit up and lobbied for it, but goddamnit, I can’t even go into the woods on a sunday morning with my orange vest and boom box? What the fuck?
Turns out it’s actually the flu! Awesome, thanks flu!
Tomorrow’s my birthday and I’m stuck in bed with a bowl and some bullion trying not to hurl again. Meanwhile I feel completely brain dead and every time I fall asleep I have strange lucid dreams that my family is dead.
Fuck you flu!
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This also applies to those in wheelchairs. Most frightening.
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Dogwalkers: my newspaper recycling bin is not an appropriate place for you to ditch your packages. I am calm. I have equilibrium. I know my happy spot. But this–THIS is making me twitch.
Motherfucking MOUSE! I want you DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD!
And my damn useless dog and cat don’t catch mice. Maybe if I stopped feeding them, they’d catch it. I’m about to start doing that.
Odd.
When I clicked on this thread title, I got a board offline message. And yet when I clicked on page one, I got in. Same happened yesterday with this thread. 
The bananas that are yellow, and could be eaten today, are all in bags of three or four pounds. Every other banana in the store is green.
I just want a banana for lunch, damnit!
Tris
Fuck it all. Just sod it all. It all just fucking sucks and I want my SO to curl up against and pretend that none of this is happening. And hell, ok, its happened, but why the fuck is it hitting me sooo badly??? Its not like it was planned or expected or anything else. Fuck my hormones for making so fucking irrational. Grrrr
Is that why you chose that username, Angua?