Gimme an F, E, H.

[ahedonia]

Feh. I am in a severely bitchy mood tonight.

• I’m broke this month and having trouble making bills.
• My current salvation lies in going permanent at a night-shift office job, which assures I will (a) become Dilbert and (b) Never Have Any Fun Again.
• I ate half a carton of yogurt today before I realized its expiration date was Aug. 19.
• I posted a question on a CSS forum about a page I was trying to get to work, and got flamed in about 20 seconds. The worst part is it was because I’d made some completely idiotic mistakes.
• The “word processing job” I’m working on just now essentially translates to me being these two attorneys’ Butt Boy. They hang over me, approach me on a minute-ly basis to hand me new changes before I’ve finished the old changes, apparently having no idea what the hell they wanted when they started and yet determined to make some wage slave execute their every spare thought before discarding it.
• After a couple of email exchanges, it becomes apparent to me that the really cute, brilliant, funny guy in San Francisco who was emailing me in response to my personal ad is apparently only interested in me if I’m willing to jet up there on my own dime and fuck him. He doesn’t seem to be interested in any other arrangement, he can’t even be bothered to talk to me on the phone. Any suggestion of getting to know each other is apparently just me being uptight and taking too much time or something. I should say yes, bring a bodyguard/pimp and charge him $200. Watch this space next week, where I will be upset because some guy only wants to get to know me and doesn’t want to have sex fast enough to suit my insecure ass.

I want to eat a warehouse full of chocolate, and that's not an option.

Feh.