How about me not blaming you for everything, how about me enjoying the moment for once.
Some days...
Are just not worth getting out of bed.
* Coworkers who are not worth the powder to blow them up with. It makes me very nervous to be taking 10 days of vacation later this month and leaving my techs, my schedule and my customers in the hands of virtual infants.
* Mechanics who decide to make up their own fucking schedules. Dude. That's what I'm here for. You're about to make my job expendable. Not mention you don't know what the fuck is going on, so well done.
* Certain people that I just don't understand anymore - or that don't understand me, I guess.
* I'm working on some holiday treats, and they are not turning out right at ALL. In talking about it with my mother, it may be due to the moisture in the air (there's a lot more of it in Seattle than Wenatchee!). So, now I get to try this cookie for a THIRD time, and hope it won't come out all greasy with butterfat. Also trying another type, but I need to get ingredients, and that will need to wait until I have actual MONEY. The irony of all of this is that I specifically chose recipes that did not require me to use my oven, because it's so unreliable for delicate baking (it's like 30 years old and should be heaved out of my top-story apartment, in my opinion).
* Today is the holiday party at work, and my coworker-boyfriend has no intention of coming. God forbid he misses out on Call of Duty. Not like he doesn't play it for HOURS every other day.
At least I haven't cried today. That's a bonus.
Oddly enough, I had a similar "I'm in a fucking weird mood" post almost exactly a year ago. Maybe it's the weather this time of year?
Bah, humbug.
Are just not worth getting out of bed.
* Coworkers who are not worth the powder to blow them up with. It makes me very nervous to be taking 10 days of vacation later this month and leaving my techs, my schedule and my customers in the hands of virtual infants.
* Mechanics who decide to make up their own fucking schedules. Dude. That's what I'm here for. You're about to make my job expendable. Not mention you don't know what the fuck is going on, so well done.
* Certain people that I just don't understand anymore - or that don't understand me, I guess.
* I'm working on some holiday treats, and they are not turning out right at ALL. In talking about it with my mother, it may be due to the moisture in the air (there's a lot more of it in Seattle than Wenatchee!). So, now I get to try this cookie for a THIRD time, and hope it won't come out all greasy with butterfat. Also trying another type, but I need to get ingredients, and that will need to wait until I have actual MONEY. The irony of all of this is that I specifically chose recipes that did not require me to use my oven, because it's so unreliable for delicate baking (it's like 30 years old and should be heaved out of my top-story apartment, in my opinion).
* Today is the holiday party at work, and my coworker-boyfriend has no intention of coming. God forbid he misses out on Call of Duty. Not like he doesn't play it for HOURS every other day.
At least I haven't cried today. That's a bonus.
Oddly enough, I had a similar "I'm in a fucking weird mood" post almost exactly a year ago. Maybe it's the weather this time of year?
Bah, humbug.