So you think I'm whining.
And I probably am. But I have a damn good reason. Several, in fact.
The servers at work were batshit crazy today. I got bumped off the program I was working on about a zillion times. And I never could upload my work to the group server.
Then my mom calls and asks me to pick up groceries on my way home. No big. I stop at QFC, get out of my car, start to walk toward the store, and I'm suddenly and abruptly stopped. Oof. Oh joy, I shut the stupid cord with the stupd bead on it that hangs from my stupid jacket in the stupid car door.
I go to open stupid car door. It will not BUDGE. The bead has evidently lodged in the opening mechanism. I can lock and unlock the door all I want, but it won't open.
I pull out my keys and try to saw through my stupid jacket's stupid cord. Doesn't work, the fucking thing is nylon. I drop my jacket on the pavement and go open the passenger door. I crawl across to the driver's side and try to open the door from the inside. No dice.
Fine. I leave my jacket on the ground and go into the store, where I buy the groceries I need and a pack of box cutter blades to go with them. I get back to the car and cut the stupid cord. I pick up my jacket. Then I crawl in through the passenger side and drive home.
I pull into the driveway. I try to open the door. It still won't open. In a fit of pique, I throw myself at the door as hard as I can.
I bruise the crap out of my shoulder, but I get the stupid door to open. The stupid evil rotten bead and cord bit fall to the ground. I snarl at them.
And I'm almost out of rum. And I can't buy more until payday.
WHY IS THE RUM ALWAYS GONE?
The servers at work were batshit crazy today. I got bumped off the program I was working on about a zillion times. And I never could upload my work to the group server.
Then my mom calls and asks me to pick up groceries on my way home. No big. I stop at QFC, get out of my car, start to walk toward the store, and I'm suddenly and abruptly stopped. Oof. Oh joy, I shut the stupid cord with the stupd bead on it that hangs from my stupid jacket in the stupid car door.
I go to open stupid car door. It will not BUDGE. The bead has evidently lodged in the opening mechanism. I can lock and unlock the door all I want, but it won't open.
I pull out my keys and try to saw through my stupid jacket's stupid cord. Doesn't work, the fucking thing is nylon. I drop my jacket on the pavement and go open the passenger door. I crawl across to the driver's side and try to open the door from the inside. No dice.
Fine. I leave my jacket on the ground and go into the store, where I buy the groceries I need and a pack of box cutter blades to go with them. I get back to the car and cut the stupid cord. I pick up my jacket. Then I crawl in through the passenger side and drive home.
I pull into the driveway. I try to open the door. It still won't open. In a fit of pique, I throw myself at the door as hard as I can.
I bruise the crap out of my shoulder, but I get the stupid door to open. The stupid evil rotten bead and cord bit fall to the ground. I snarl at them.
And I'm almost out of rum. And I can't buy more until payday.
WHY IS THE RUM ALWAYS GONE?