You know who you are.

Seek help.

Shit happens. Get over it. That's how things work.

Bringing it up every three months to people who just don't care is stupid, pointless, and indicative of some serious mental problems.

And for the umpteenth time, leave me, my email and my LJ alone. I don't need the useless clutter.

Slammed

Stupid Girl called in sick today. I'm starting the day with 2 1/2 days worth of my own work to do because I was a little behind anyway and then out yesterday and she's incapable of relieving my load any in my absence. So today, she decided that since I could call in sick, she could too -- for "a stuffy nose." The other back up for her is swamped today on her regular stuff. So, I've got to do Stupid Girl's stuff, plus as much of my own as possible. It means, tomorrow, I'll have at least 3 days worth of my crap. I'm going to kill her.

Me being out for a day puts me behind. Her being out for a day puts me behind. Something's just not right here.


( My US state map )

I give up

There's no way I'm going to even make a dent today.

I should just console myself with the knowledge that the day goes faster when it's busy.

Dialogue with Self

Me: Brr. I'm freezing.
Self: Why don't you put on your sweatshirt.
Me: Good idea.

10 minutes later.
Me: Egads! I'm hot and woozy. It's like an oven in here. Why the hell am I wearing this sweatshirt?
Self: Beats me. Take it off.

10 minutes later.
Me: Brrr. I'm freezing.
Self: I give up. This is ridiculous. I'll see you when you get home.


NOTE TO SELF: Find a new job, preferably one with functional temperature controls in the office.

Greetings from my computer science class

Wow. I have a lot of split ends.