Friday, February 10, 2006

 

move

Today is one of those nightmarishly clock-meltingly slow days at work. It is also the second day in a row I've had to do without my morning coffee, so the world better look out.

Furthermore, I have to have lunch with my boss, which I try my damnedest to avoid whenever humanly possible. Apparently, my luck has finally run out. So, I don't even get that hour-long break from this place that I so desperately need.

Damn, do I want a nap.

 

move

Today is one of those nightmarishly clock-meltingly slow days at work. It is also the second day in a row I've had to do without my morning coffee, so the world better look out.

Furthermore, I have to have lunch with my boss, which I try my damnedest to avoid whenever humanly possible. Apparently, my luck has finally run out. So, I don't even get that hour-long break from this place that I so desperately need.

Damn, do I want a nap.

 

move

Today is one of those nightmarishly clock-meltingly slow days at work. It is also the second day in a row I've had to do without my morning coffee, so the world better look out.

Furthermore, I have to have lunch with my boss, which I try my damnedest to avoid whenever humanly possible. Apparently, my luck has finally run out. So, I don't even get that hour-long break from this place that I so desperately need.

Damn, do I want a nap.

 
I'm supposed to hang out with the boy for the first time in a long time tonight. I'm apprehensive and pessimistic about it. Even in the planning stages, he's been sort of pissing me off, by making our plans depend on what and when he is doing things with others. It's ridiculous, because if he had just let it alone, he would be free of pissed-off little me at this point.

Anyway, my horoscope says, "Your emotional needs may go unfulfilled today, but you can still have fun if you are willing to be flexible."

Guess what? I'm not. They will. I won't. And yet I'm sure I'll still go, because that is exactly the kind of masochistic I am.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

 

quick

Was on the phone with the boy for all of one minute, and I hung up in a frustrated rage. I told one of the girls at work, and she said, "that's love." How fucked up is that? Only people you love can make you miserable so effieciently. So awesome.

 

go

The last few days, I feel like I've just constantly been out and about, seeing people and doing things. And I like that stuff, but I'm also thoroughly exhausted. I honestly and truly can't wait to get out of work, so I can go home and just lie in bed. I've got to do some getting ready for my weekend trip, some packing and whatnot, but besides that, I don't want to do anything, I don't want to talk to anybody, I just want the night off.

I hate it just as much when I have too much to do as when I have nothing. It would appear that I am just plain impossible to please.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

 

word

The boy put a comment on my Myspace. That's sort of a head-fuck.

I mean, I know, it's actually nothing. And it isn't even all that nice of a comment.

It's just not the sort of thing I would ever expect him to do. It messes my head up.

Which only means that my head is far too easily messed up.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

 

tank

Today was just a horrible and hilarious day at work. After realizing that paychecks are about to start bouncing again, I was pulled into a very long and serious meeting with my boss about the future of the company, and how things are going to be so very great in the end. I honestly do feel sort of bad for the guy. He's very old, and this is his plan for his future. It goes up in smoke, and he's got nothing.

I still don't want my paychecks to bounce, though.

Then I went out to dinner at Dolce with some of the girls from work, which was fun though overpriced. It had to be tough for Ali to celebrate her birthday while knowing that her paycheck is about to bounce, but we kept in decent spirits.

I shouldn't have to try to make the best out of this crappy situation, though. I should find a better situation.

 

tank

Today was just a horrible and hilarious day at work. After realizing that paychecks are about to start bouncing again, I was pulled into a very long and serious meeting with my boss about the future of the company, and how things are going to be so very great in the end. I honestly do feel sort of bad for the guy. He's very old, and this is his plan for his future. It goes up in smoke, and he's got nothing.

I still don't want my paychecks to bounce, though.

Then I went out to dinner at Dolce with some of the girls from work, which was fun though overpriced. It had to be tough for Ali to celebrate her birthday while knowing that her paycheck is about to bounce, but we kept in decent spirits.

I shouldn't have to try to make the best out of this crappy situation, though. I should find a better situation.

 

clunk

So, yeah, paychecks are bouncing again. It's been a whole month since my boss has done this to us, so I guess it only makes sense that we're due to have to go through this again.
And I don't just feel mad. I end up feeling guilty, because I represent my boss, who is doing this. It just makes me feel extra horrible at the end of the day.

Monday, February 06, 2006

 

mood

I am in a viciously, painfully, unrelentingly bad mood. I'm not sure if it is because I talked to the boy this evening, and it was as disappointing as it always is. Or perhaps it is because ex boyfriend isn't distracting me the way I wish he would right now. Or because my job sucks.

Or maybe I'm just a miserable person, and today is just a day where that is shining through. In any case, I've barely been able to pull myself out of bed all evening. I just don't want to move or talk or feel at all.

I guess it doesn't really matter, though. It is what it is.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

 

trick

Stupid NFL referees are apparently all Steelers fans or something. The Seahawks were completely robbed.
I still had fun watching the games. My roommate was more into the commercials than the football, but she was a really good sport about it, and cheered and screamed with me. She decided she liked the Seahawks as well, because their uniforms had "snappy neon green stripes." Hey. Whatever works.

I also went and saw When a Stranger Calls this afternoon. I was expecting it to completely and totally suck, but it was actually sort of cute. Most PG-13 horror movies aren't worth a damn, but this one, while predictable, overly dependent on established horro cliches, and goreless, what sort of creepy and stylish. It was worth the matinee price I paid for it.

So, all in all a pleasant day... though it would have been a better one if the Seahawks had won.

 

super

Today is Super Bowl Sunday, which is traditionally one of my favorite days each year. I have no Super Bowl parties to go to, and as it happens, no football fan friends to hang out with, so it probably won't be the most action-packed Super Bowl Sunday ever, but I'm pretty sure once I start watching the game, that won't matter so much anyway, because at heart, I'm a ridiculously over-the-top raving football fan, so I'll probably get caught up in the game, anyway.
My roommate, on the other hand, doesn't care much for football at all, but she's going to watch the game (while doing schoolwork) with me, just so I have someone to hang with. At least until her boy calls her to go out tonight, which probably won't happen until the second half anyway. It's a nice gesture. Sort of halfway, as things usually are with her, but I'm not looking for a fight, so I'll take it for what it is.
It feels a bit strange to not have the Patriots in the big game to root for, though. I think it'll be quite a mellower experience than the last two Super Bowls, during which I thought I was going to rip out my hair. But, since they are not there, I'm going to throw my support to the Seahawks, who I think are the better team, who are Alex's favorite team, and since everyone seems to be rooting for the Steelers, and that annoys me.

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