I passed "annoyed" a long f***ing way back
I hate today. I hate it a lot. And I'm just gonna throw yesterday in there right along with it. Yesterday morning I got off work at 6:00 AM, after working a highly unusual five days in a row over Thanksgiving weekend. I was very much looking forward to my three days off. But no. Got home, went to bed, and was awakened around noon by construction work going on on the outside of my apartment. Which we were not informed about in advance. Finally gave up on the whole sleeping thing, and figured I could get caught up in the evening. Fun, exhausted day ensued.
At 11:30 PM, I got a call from work asking if I could come in after all and relieve the other night auditor, who is still recovering from pneumonia. So instead of a night off, I got a 12-6 shift. Too tired to do anything other than Sudoku puzzles for most of it. Came home. Ate leftovers.
Some mornings, my roommate misses her bus and needs a ride to work. This was one of those mornings. She works on the opposite side of Seattle from where we live, which means a 30 minute drive through the middle of downtown at rush hour. I don't mind doing it most of the time, but on the way back today, I got caught in some of the worst traffic I've seen. It took me half an hour to go one mile, and almost an hour and a half to get home.
I arrived home, exhausted, to find that they are still drilling holes in the outside of our apartment (insulation or somesuch, I expect), and they had parked their truck in my parking space. Awesome. So I went to ask them how much longer they would be, explaining that I work night shift and would really, really like to go to bed now. Yeah, it's gonna be another hour. Also, the neighbours on the other side are playing their music so loud I can hear it through the walls.
I hate everything and wish it would all just die. This weekend was going to be all about sleeping and writing and being sociable. Now I just want to stab things.
At 11:30 PM, I got a call from work asking if I could come in after all and relieve the other night auditor, who is still recovering from pneumonia. So instead of a night off, I got a 12-6 shift. Too tired to do anything other than Sudoku puzzles for most of it. Came home. Ate leftovers.
Some mornings, my roommate misses her bus and needs a ride to work. This was one of those mornings. She works on the opposite side of Seattle from where we live, which means a 30 minute drive through the middle of downtown at rush hour. I don't mind doing it most of the time, but on the way back today, I got caught in some of the worst traffic I've seen. It took me half an hour to go one mile, and almost an hour and a half to get home.
I arrived home, exhausted, to find that they are still drilling holes in the outside of our apartment (insulation or somesuch, I expect), and they had parked their truck in my parking space. Awesome. So I went to ask them how much longer they would be, explaining that I work night shift and would really, really like to go to bed now. Yeah, it's gonna be another hour. Also, the neighbours on the other side are playing their music so loud I can hear it through the walls.
I hate everything and wish it would all just die. This weekend was going to be all about sleeping and writing and being sociable. Now I just want to stab things.