Things in list-ish form
Important vocabulary
There is 'please,' and 'thank you,' and 'you're welcome.' There is also 'HELP!' As in, that which you should say when there is not a hope in hell that you personally will complete something by the known deadline but you happen to have team members who are available and willing to, y'know, help.
In other words, check your fucking ego at the door and get it through your thick head that no, it's NOT all about you - in fact, YOU are in-fucking-significant. What matters is the deadline. So open your fucking mouth next time.
Matchbox Twenty
So as was previously rumoured, Exile on Mainstream IS slated for release on October 2nd. (Go here to see the tracklisting and probable cover art, etc..) This is good to have confirmed. It's also good to have it confirmed that they do plan to tour. The not so good? Select US dates from January and then to Australia in March. Meaning, I cannot go. If they do add a handful of Canadian dates, I can tell you which cities they will be: Vancouver, Calgary, Toronto, Ottawa, Montreal. Occasionally, Winnipeg and Quebec City will make the list. The only time bands come *here* is when it's an all-out massive tour, and this most assuredly is not. There is also the caveat that, if everything goes as planned (please!), I won't even be in Canada then, anyway. And if that's needed to be postponed a little bit, I still won't be able to afford to travel anywhere to see them. I mean, I've had this discussion with some of my American friends before, but for me to fly anywhere is a minimum of $600, purely for the airfare. Partly because air travel is generally more expensive in Canada, but mostly because I live out on a damn peninsula and it takes for-fucking-ever to GET anywhere.
Hello sinuses
The fact that they are doing a bit of construction at work is not helping anything - they are building an office for my new manager, because apparently the cubicle-walled one that they made my previous supervisor use (note the difference in level) isn't good enough. Which I agree with; it didn't have the necessary privacy. However, said new office, while so far restricted to getting existing cubicles dismantled and wiring done, will involve brand new drywalled and painted walls, and it is going up about ten feet from me. I'm already on a daily allergy med regimen so that it shouldn't hit me nearly as hard as it did when I had zero warning in the wintertime, but it's not going to be a fun couple of weeks. And the fact that I have to medicate irritates the fuck out of me, both because I don't want to take anything unless I have to, and because allergy meds aren't covered under any drug plans and it gets fucking expensive.
Additionally, with my mother gone, my dad's painting the window frames upstairs. They *really* need to be done, and at least he is doing it with the windows and everything open and with good quality, low emission paint that's relatively tolerable for me. Still, that means that all of my usual environments are currently some level of toxic for me. Except my car, which is only going to be toxic to my wallet (it's going in tomorrow, they didn't have an appt. for today - just drove the mother's).
Verdict
As predicted, the cranky continues. *scowls* I considered apologising for not posting anything that wasn't all 'bitch, whine' lately but I shan't because this is my journal, and I shall say whatever the fuck I want in it. And you shall have the right to exercise your scrolling ability if you so choose.
There is 'please,' and 'thank you,' and 'you're welcome.' There is also 'HELP!' As in, that which you should say when there is not a hope in hell that you personally will complete something by the known deadline but you happen to have team members who are available and willing to, y'know, help.
In other words, check your fucking ego at the door and get it through your thick head that no, it's NOT all about you - in fact, YOU are in-fucking-significant. What matters is the deadline. So open your fucking mouth next time.
Matchbox Twenty
So as was previously rumoured, Exile on Mainstream IS slated for release on October 2nd. (Go here to see the tracklisting and probable cover art, etc..) This is good to have confirmed. It's also good to have it confirmed that they do plan to tour. The not so good? Select US dates from January and then to Australia in March. Meaning, I cannot go. If they do add a handful of Canadian dates, I can tell you which cities they will be: Vancouver, Calgary, Toronto, Ottawa, Montreal. Occasionally, Winnipeg and Quebec City will make the list. The only time bands come *here* is when it's an all-out massive tour, and this most assuredly is not. There is also the caveat that, if everything goes as planned (please!), I won't even be in Canada then, anyway. And if that's needed to be postponed a little bit, I still won't be able to afford to travel anywhere to see them. I mean, I've had this discussion with some of my American friends before, but for me to fly anywhere is a minimum of $600, purely for the airfare. Partly because air travel is generally more expensive in Canada, but mostly because I live out on a damn peninsula and it takes for-fucking-ever to GET anywhere.
Hello sinuses
The fact that they are doing a bit of construction at work is not helping anything - they are building an office for my new manager, because apparently the cubicle-walled one that they made my previous supervisor use (note the difference in level) isn't good enough. Which I agree with; it didn't have the necessary privacy. However, said new office, while so far restricted to getting existing cubicles dismantled and wiring done, will involve brand new drywalled and painted walls, and it is going up about ten feet from me. I'm already on a daily allergy med regimen so that it shouldn't hit me nearly as hard as it did when I had zero warning in the wintertime, but it's not going to be a fun couple of weeks. And the fact that I have to medicate irritates the fuck out of me, both because I don't want to take anything unless I have to, and because allergy meds aren't covered under any drug plans and it gets fucking expensive.
Additionally, with my mother gone, my dad's painting the window frames upstairs. They *really* need to be done, and at least he is doing it with the windows and everything open and with good quality, low emission paint that's relatively tolerable for me. Still, that means that all of my usual environments are currently some level of toxic for me. Except my car, which is only going to be toxic to my wallet (it's going in tomorrow, they didn't have an appt. for today - just drove the mother's).
Verdict
As predicted, the cranky continues. *scowls* I considered apologising for not posting anything that wasn't all 'bitch, whine' lately but I shan't because this is my journal, and I shall say whatever the fuck I want in it. And you shall have the right to exercise your scrolling ability if you so choose.