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Ugh, I had a miserable day today. I don't even feel like talking about it much, since all I do on here is complain anyway. Just rest assured that my job still sucks royally. I wish I had more deskspace so I could *faceplant* at work more often. Or at home. That'll work too. I'm so disappointed...and I feel like a complete idiot, but what else is new?
...anyway...
Yes, there was good stuff in my day. A tiny fraction of the day, but there it is. Heather is perfectly fine over in London, and quite undisturbed by the rioting, so there's a load off. And my mom brought Bread Co. for dinner, so that was nice. And there was Rumpole and Wait, Wait, and my library book came in, and it's supposed to be warm tomorrow. I'd wear a skirt but I'm about to suffer the crimson floods, so that puts a kink in things. I seriously cannot understand why anybody ever finds me attractive (if, in fact, they ever do). I'm not exactly hideous, but I don't see any real appeal here. I actually don't think people really see me. There's this running comic in the paper in Non Sequitor where Danae is testing the theory that good people are invisible. I think it's very true. It would explain why everybody forgets about me most of the time. Squeaky wheel gets the grease, the nail that sticks up gets hammered down, and the quiet blonde girl who sits in the corner with her headphones on does the work of three people and is never heard from unless she runs out of things to do. And is never thought of unless somebody needs their work finished.
*faceplant*...why am I so bummed out right now?!?!? I'd like to blame it on hormones, but since they haven't actually started yet, I can't. I think I'm going to go swear egregiously.
...anyway...
Yes, there was good stuff in my day. A tiny fraction of the day, but there it is. Heather is perfectly fine over in London, and quite undisturbed by the rioting, so there's a load off. And my mom brought Bread Co. for dinner, so that was nice. And there was Rumpole and Wait, Wait, and my library book came in, and it's supposed to be warm tomorrow. I'd wear a skirt but I'm about to suffer the crimson floods, so that puts a kink in things. I seriously cannot understand why anybody ever finds me attractive (if, in fact, they ever do). I'm not exactly hideous, but I don't see any real appeal here. I actually don't think people really see me. There's this running comic in the paper in Non Sequitor where Danae is testing the theory that good people are invisible. I think it's very true. It would explain why everybody forgets about me most of the time. Squeaky wheel gets the grease, the nail that sticks up gets hammered down, and the quiet blonde girl who sits in the corner with her headphones on does the work of three people and is never heard from unless she runs out of things to do. And is never thought of unless somebody needs their work finished.
*faceplant*...why am I so bummed out right now?!?!? I'd like to blame it on hormones, but since they haven't actually started yet, I can't. I think I'm going to go swear egregiously.