Screw You, & the Horse You Rode In On...

Yeah, I edited the post. I think this title fits better.

I'm out. After the day I've had today, all I want to do is curl up into a ball & rock myself to sleep for, oh, about a week. I am just done with being stressed out about a job that in the grand scheme of things doesn't mean jack shit. If I don't do it, they'll just put an ad in the paper or on Monster & get some other schmuck to do it. Maybe they'll even do it better, who knows. All I know is that I'm done. I'm sick & tired of dealing with stupid people who I have to kiss their ass so I don't upset them because they're so fucking delicate. I just want to go there & scream in their faces "FUCK YOU!" Gah. People suck. Hard.

The only bright side that I have is that tomorrow is Friday. Then I don't have to deal with the fuckers for 2 days.

FUCK YOU BELTSVILLE!

'Tis the season

With all the chaos involving the remodel, the joy of the holidays has kind of been lost on me. Which is sad, because this is my favorite holiday. So now tomorrow (Saturday), I am off to do a good chunk of my Christmas shopping. I really loathe going to the mall, especially on the weekend during the holiday shopping season, but unfortunately I don't have a real choice.

So if you have a moment tomorrow, think of me with kindness, & hope that I don't end up killing anyone.

One of those days...

Yeah. Today sucks.

- Worked 10 hrs, no lunch break.
- Dealt with *1* problem for about 8 of those hours, trying to get higher-ups to calm the fuck down, quit blaming me for not doing my job (which was completely NOT true), & point out what a complete fucking idiot the person setting up contracts is.
- Try to keep everything on track with the house stuff, reconcile the bank account to dodge a major problem & arrange to go get my puppy from "grandma's", all while dealing with said stupidity today.
- Successfully make it home, oh, around 8:30pm (about 12.5 hrs after I'd left this morning), only to get bitched at by my lovely spouse for not remembering to set out some stupid fucking light switches for the electrician. (Same spouse who was gone for 4 fucking days on a business trip.)

sigh Fuck it. I'm going to bed.

Work Sucks.

Why is it always Murphy's Law that you work hard, do the best you can, & you STILL manage to get shit on no matter what you do? I mean really... what's the point of even trying?

It's been a pretty crappy week so far. I step up, take on a lot more responsibility, & can't seem to catch a break. I work my butt off with the priorities I've been given, but it seems like I'm getting pulled in 6 different directions at once. Then when I do manage to keep all the plates spinning, someone comes by & knocks over the table. ::sigh::

I'm just glad I have Friday off, even if I do have to get up at 7:45am to go to the freakin' dentist to fix a filling that they can't seem to get right. At least I won't be going to work.

'Cause THAT would be torture.