Various blabbery stuff...
Mar. 2nd, 2004 07:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausIf it wasn't for bath goop, I don't know how I would get through a day, really.
Yesterday at work was much harder than I thought it would be...compounded by idiocy on my boss's part. (He knew when we were putting in the new Fed Ex box an didn't TELL me...Control called me to say the box was being installed...my bright reply was..."The HELL?!?!?!" I had to talk my boss out of giving our construction company airbills with our account numbers on them, pointing out that, uhhh...we would be CHARGED then for whatever they sent.*Shakes head* Heavens and Earth preserve me from really stupid people.) Also, people were *snuffle, whiiine* MEAN to me....one particular person nearly hit me in the nose with the bathroom door and scolded me for going, "Whoa!" and backing up. It seems trivial, but this nickel-and-dime-evil went on all day. Another worker grilled me about his opened-before-he-got-it-Wired magazine. (Point one: I hate Wired. Point two: I don't open mail unless the recipient is unclear. Point three: nobody's mail is important enough for me to really CARE about who the hell opens it. Point Four: SHUT UP, YOU ANAL-RETENTIVE SPOILED-BRAT BASTARD AND LEAVE ME ALOOOOOOOOONE!!!!)
And I got good and stupid about lunch and started being hypoglycemic when I got home, shaky and weak. Happily I had bought salad stuff and lots of protein, which I proceeded to cook and eat after I slammed about 3 glasses of milk. And when dinner was done...
...About an hour in the bath, up to my ears in warm ginger-mint suds, reading old copies of Ornament and feeling much better in general.
Now if only I could take the tub to work...think how calm I'd be...
Yesterday at work was much harder than I thought it would be...compounded by idiocy on my boss's part. (He knew when we were putting in the new Fed Ex box an didn't TELL me...Control called me to say the box was being installed...my bright reply was..."The HELL?!?!?!" I had to talk my boss out of giving our construction company airbills with our account numbers on them, pointing out that, uhhh...we would be CHARGED then for whatever they sent.*Shakes head* Heavens and Earth preserve me from really stupid people.) Also, people were *snuffle, whiiine* MEAN to me....one particular person nearly hit me in the nose with the bathroom door and scolded me for going, "Whoa!" and backing up. It seems trivial, but this nickel-and-dime-evil went on all day. Another worker grilled me about his opened-before-he-got-it-Wired magazine. (Point one: I hate Wired. Point two: I don't open mail unless the recipient is unclear. Point three: nobody's mail is important enough for me to really CARE about who the hell opens it. Point Four: SHUT UP, YOU ANAL-RETENTIVE SPOILED-BRAT BASTARD AND LEAVE ME ALOOOOOOOOONE!!!!)
And I got good and stupid about lunch and started being hypoglycemic when I got home, shaky and weak. Happily I had bought salad stuff and lots of protein, which I proceeded to cook and eat after I slammed about 3 glasses of milk. And when dinner was done...
...About an hour in the bath, up to my ears in warm ginger-mint suds, reading old copies of Ornament and feeling much better in general.
Now if only I could take the tub to work...think how calm I'd be...
