Bring it on...
Yay! It's Friday! I am fed, laundry's in the machine, my clothes are in comfy mode, music is on the hi-fiTunes, and Psych is back tonight! Score!
I was actually in a really foul mood this morning. I won't complain about it much, since I did that enough in my head for two hours at work, but it was pretty bad. I think it was a combination of moods swinging, cabin fever, seasonal affective disorder, and that I was still annoyed with my laptop for kicking me off in the middle of my chat with Jason, and now he probably thinks I'm totally rude and inconsiderate and will never speak to me again. Okay, I'm doubting the last part, since he's not that callous, but it's a possibility. The last thing I need now is my computer screwing up what few scraps of a social life I have left. Still, I felt rotten and kind of wished I could stop being myself and go be someone else for a while, but I'm better now. Things are looking up. In theory. Everybody probably knows that I get mad for a short time and then someone mentions pants and I start smiling again.
Though I have noticed that when I'm really upset, I just look tired, which is great when I'm preoccupied with thoughts of suicide. No, I'm not really contemplating it, nobody try to have an intervention. Well, okay, I'm contemplating it like I contemplate joining the circus. And since it's a new year, I will dispense with the knitting needles and ice picks. Could I have a bottle of your finest strychnine, my good man?
I can't remember which is supposed to be more painless, strychnine or cyanide. Hmm, research topic.
Let's see, it was Chelsey's last day today. :( I will miss her. She had such a distinctive walk, you could always tell when she was on the move. Ha! But she also sent me a really nice note thanking me for my hard work and determination, and telling me that I was an asset to the team. I still don't think that's going to save my ass when I get my raise for sticking it out a year in a few weeks, and they can me, but it's nice to be appreciated. Oh, and this whole plan of having me learn Peter's job of rebilling cars that I thought was defunct is back on again. At some point, I get to have more training. Whoopee. I can't wait. But I can. You know what I mean. I guess it's okay, it'll give purpose to the fact that I still get all the rebill emails, which I don't understand at all, and delete the moment I get them because they really have nothing to do with me at this point.
And apparently we're all getting new user IDs at work because of the whole Transentric=UPDS thing. My dad found my new number which I can't remember right now, and know that it's not as good as my old one which had such great aesthetic panache. Yes, I know, I get excited by little things like that. Insignificant details are my life. The problem with the new user IDs however is that they're not ready yet, but the old user IDs have a penchant to stop working these last couple of weeks. I hope it doesn't happen to me. Luckily I have a man on the inside. Ah, to work in the same building as your parents. It occasionally has its perks.
Oh! And today I had a problem with a car and Rob asked me to call the FXE which I really didn't want to do because no one answers the phone there. Or they answer and then hang up on you. Their customer service is crap. But not today! They must've known I was out of sorts, and yeah, the first guy did hang up on me, but the lady I spoke with actually answered my question as best as she could, and I fixed the problem! Sweet. It made me happy. Phone calls are not my favorite thing in the world, but when they're fairly painless and successful, I'm all right with it. Leave me alone, I want to become a hermit in the middle of the African plains, I have no social skills.
I think what made me really happy today though is my Muppet biography that I'm reading for book club. Okay, it's probably not really a biography, but it's the extensive history of their work, and it's really fun and cool, so who cares? I know the book club girls probably won't. I got to read about Sesame Street and the Muppet Show today, and am still trying to decide if I'm more like Grover or Big Bird. I love Grover. He played an integral part in my childhood, just...yeah, I like Grover.
The weekend is pretty empty. Going to work on the novel, finish up Rowan's first two days at the Academy. Now that I've found all my notes, it should go okay. And if I actually keep at it like I promised I would, I'll be able to keep punching pages out. Look at that word count!
And I've read all my other books, so I'm trying to figure out what to read next. I guess I could plow through the first five chapters of Persuasion since we're on that one now, but our meeting isn't for a while. I'll forget everything if I start too early. And I'm still kind of in my guy detective phase. Knots and Crosses was so good. I have to read all of Ian Rankin, he's my favorite contemporary writer, I've decided.
My thighs still feel like someone's been stomping on them. What the heck?! I give up. Bring me my girl scout cookies!