Odd bits
I've got less and more than two weeks of work left, depending on how you look at it. Nine days of work, counting today. But I'm here until the 31st, and I'm on the books until the 4th of January (thank you, sick days). It's worse than it ever has been, this desire to finally leave and escape. I cannot wait.
Other than that, I'm finding that I'm sort of approaching the coming holiday with a mixture of depression and excitement, which is sort of my life for the last year or so, to be honest. I'm sure most of the former has to do with money...especially since my car just went in the shop. Stupid cars.
Of course, it could just be the hatred that flows through my veins like a Sith Lord. It's currently being fueled by the people who call me up and complain. I don't mind legitimate complaints, but I do mind people who call back two or three times on the same issue in a single day. I mind people who expect us to move heaven and earth to do things for them that we have no business doing in the first place. Thew town I work for plows sidewalks. No other town in this area plows sidewalks - instead, there are laws that require the residents to clear them off. People want us to clean out the area at the end of their driveways. I thought us New Englanders were supposed to be self-reliant, not like those lazy inbred Southerners.
Anyway.
Somehow, there's an emo draw to my LJ. Whenever I write in it, I can't help but want to be depressing...it's probably because I never share this shit with real live people. Am I a bigger loser for bitching on my LJ or bitching in real life? Either way, I'm a loser. And I have the strong suspicion that with LJ, at least you all can skip over it.
I'm also very perturbed that LJ's spellchecker does not recognize "LJ." That seems like poor planning.
It also doesn't recognize spellchecker.
Other than that, I'm finding that I'm sort of approaching the coming holiday with a mixture of depression and excitement, which is sort of my life for the last year or so, to be honest. I'm sure most of the former has to do with money...especially since my car just went in the shop. Stupid cars.
Of course, it could just be the hatred that flows through my veins like a Sith Lord. It's currently being fueled by the people who call me up and complain. I don't mind legitimate complaints, but I do mind people who call back two or three times on the same issue in a single day. I mind people who expect us to move heaven and earth to do things for them that we have no business doing in the first place. Thew town I work for plows sidewalks. No other town in this area plows sidewalks - instead, there are laws that require the residents to clear them off. People want us to clean out the area at the end of their driveways. I thought us New Englanders were supposed to be self-reliant, not like those lazy inbred Southerners.
Anyway.
Somehow, there's an emo draw to my LJ. Whenever I write in it, I can't help but want to be depressing...it's probably because I never share this shit with real live people. Am I a bigger loser for bitching on my LJ or bitching in real life? Either way, I'm a loser. And I have the strong suspicion that with LJ, at least you all can skip over it.
I'm also very perturbed that LJ's spellchecker does not recognize "LJ." That seems like poor planning.
It also doesn't recognize spellchecker.