Unfortunately, I think I’ve actually hit my quota for things to be annoyed about that don’t directly affect me today. Perhaps next week. 
For fuck’s sake. I fixed the third performance test. And now the first one has gone back down.
Enjoy.
I fixed the first test. Second one is broken now.
Second verse, same as the first. Just a little bit louder and a little bit worse.
Wait, did you say that you’re trying to fix performance tests for an online version of Whack-a-Mole? 'Cos if so, your ongoing problems are awesomely ironic.
GRRR!
I am seriously annoyed with my car right now–and a little bit anxious. I drive a 2000 Saturn, and right now it’s refusing to start-- I can’t turn the key in the ignition. The last time it did this, it did it in a different exasperating fashion, and I took it to the Saturn Dealership and got it worked on.
This time, I gave up and called for help this afternoon, and it still won’t work and so is parked “downtown” with my purse and my knitting in the trunk. And the book I was reading . . . grr!
Stupid fucking organic crap.
I decided to try a little experiment with my Aerogarden. I grew some bell plants peppers as big as I could while the roots were still free. The I moved them to a planter to get some spill light, while they could grow until the weather got warm, and I could porch them. I bought them some plant food for the dirt portion of their lives, and got suckered in by the ORGANIC indoor-outdoor plant food. I should have read the ingredients. Made from sugar beet molasses. Indoor plant food my fucking ass, what moron thought 75 degrees and concentrated rotting sugar beets and water was a good idea. Does anyone want to buy 86,000,000,000,000 fruit flies? :mad: And of course they all hatched about 3 days before I could put it outside for good.
Update to Eureka’s Car troubles: car still wouldn’t start today, so mom called her mechanic buddy, who provided the name of a towing service. He came, sat in the front seat for a minute and started my car. I paid him $25 and thanked him profusely. We then drove my car to the mechanic buddy’s place. He’ll work on it, and probably replace the whole key cylinder thing, but yes, it will be cheaper than a new car. It will take time, though, because he’ll have to order the parts from Saturn.
My knitting and library book have been retrieved, but the purse is now in the car at the Mechanic’s–due to one of those stupid brain fart moment things.
We’ll try to retrieve the purse on Monday.
I’m cold and my head hurts.
A massive ford pickup with rear window covered in duck decals and the phrase “If it flys, it dies” cut in front of me after screaming past bumper to bumper construction traffic on 694. I gave him space to enter in the open lane.
Kinda hate myself right now, though feel better after telling the Evangelical peddling god he missed the ‘no solicitors’ sign in front of our development.
I honestly don’t ever want to spend another five minutes doing my current job, but that isn’t an option for me. Stupid angry people are worse than flaming, ebola carrying vampires.
Am I allergic to something? Do I have a cold? WHY are my eyes all itchy and watery? All day now, this is so annoying.
I’ve only ever been allergic to one thing before (volcano dust), but I no longer live near an active volcano (Mt. Redoubt). At least I’m pretty sure we’re far enough away to not be considered “near” it. And it’s not been really doing anything since last year so…grrrrrrrr
If that’s the worst life has to offer this moment, I’ll accept though 
My husband gets to have not one, but two knee surgeries in the next six weeks. Yay. Not only does this mean that he will be in pain from a 'scope on the eleventh and a total knee replacement about 4 weeks later, it means that the surgery he had in February was completely unnecessary. I kind of understand the surgeon’s logic on that (not wanting to perform knee replacement on a relatively young man,) but come on! Cleaning out the debris on a knee with virtually no remaining soft tissue isn’t really the best option. And my husband had to deal with the pain of a surgery that did him no good. (Not to mention the fact that he used up all of his leave time at work. He had to take unpaid time off when the baby was born, and the coming two surgeries are also on unpaid leave. At least his short-term disability will kick in after two weeks on leave this time. But this is not what we need right now, with me still on part-time after maternity leave.)
I finally have my seizures under control – I haven’t had one since August. knocks on wood However, my meds make me insanely, incredibly sleepy – I’m constantly napping. And of course, I can’t have caffeine, since that triggers my seizures. Grrrrrrrr
Right now I just want to curl up into a ball and doze off, but there’s a Penguins game today, and I desparately want to watch, but I’m fighting to keep my eyes open as I type this. Dammit.
(And yes, I’ve talked to my doctor about this, but since I had so much trouble the last time I tried switching my meds, for the time being, he doesn’t want mess with things. Plus, this is really the only side effect that bothers me.)
Our Internet service provider decided to raise monthly rates by $30.00 this month DAMN
For the people who get asked what they are crying about because of watery eyes due to allergies, you could try flinging your arms around the person and saying “I’m so glad you understand. I’m crying because I just found out I have leprosy!”
My niece announced last Thanksgiving that she was going to marry some guy she’d met online and had only seen once in person, wanted him to move in with me for a while till he found a job, and then they would marry and move into her parents’ home since they still wouldn’t have enough $ for an apt. Of course, I said no.
Now, that guy is history and she announced that she’s in a relationship with some other guy who lives out of state and whose sullen, angry photos make me wonder if he’s a fledgling serial killer. Sure, he might be a nice guy, but I suspect she’ll be done with him and on to another one in a few months.
What do you do?
Today I am royally pissed about how one pissy, anal, jumped-up little clerk can be allowed by her boss to fuck up the lives of all the rest of the tremendously busy people at work right now. Tomorrow I plan to have a come-to-Jesus with her boss and our mutual boss. We are short-handed, everyone is wokring full-out, everybody else except these two utterly useless people are helping each other to get through the latest series of crises, and she spends her time throwing sand into gears.
There is a whole pit-thread worth of anger for these two, but I hope to start mitigating some of their damage tomorrow, so I’ll leave it here unless we get escalation (possible - my boss brought both of the useless ones with her from her last job and has a fair amount of her reputation tied up in them.)
Was invited to a party a couple of weeks ago, and asked to bring dessert and beverages.
Got dressed up nice, actually styled my hair for a change. Went to the store, bought a $30 cheesecake and beverages.
Drove half hour to party, nobody there except another guest who got impatient and left. Called hostess on her cell, no response. Waited at her house for 45 minutes in the sun and awful heat before deciding to head home.
Drove home, stumbled upon an accident just off the entrance ramp of the freeway, traffic was at a dead standstill on this scorching day, my air conditioner needs more freon so no relief there. The authorities do something I have *never *seen happen before–they force every car, one by one, to turn around and drive the reverse way up the entrance ramp.
I come home, having not eaten in over six hours, starving, exhausted, sunburned and rather disappointed.
Receive a phone call from hostess, she’s at work, so sorry, the party was canceled.
Problem: Waste of four hours of my day in the scorching heat.
Silver Lining: I have cheesecake. 
That right there is a gold lining. Or possibly a cheesy lining. Yum.