I realize that I’ve already passed ‘general venting’ and am well ensconced in just plain old whining at this point, but man, if I don’t get this out of my system, my head will just completely explode.
- My whole body hurts.
- I don’t like my car.
- I don’t like my house.
- I don’t like the company I am working for very much at the moment.
- I can hear the SAME conference call on speakerphone from about 4 different directions. I am just waiting for the infinite loop of feedback that will shatter the windows.
- I wish someone had taught people how to actually use the new accounting system, rather than having them in hours upon hours of meetings where only theory was discussed, and no practical usage.
- I can’t go straight to bed when I get home…
– Laundry
– Dinner
– Lunch (today’s really bad pizza in the cafeteria was a good reminder as to just why I need to continue making lunch)
– Dogs. Oh god, the dogs. Tucker is supposed to be going home tonight. I really, REALLY hope so. He is a very good dog, but I can’t handle two large dogs for very long. I need a king sized bed and a real backyard.
- Tyson’s II was evacuated for a bomb threat at Neiman Marcus, which is right across the street from where I work. (Guess someone got really ticked off about that whole cookie recipe thing)
OK, now, because there is always an upside…
- Everything hurts, but I don’t have to shovel snow for at least a few more days
- The car is paid off
- The house is…wait, it’s not paid off. The roof hasn’t caved in.
- While my company is filled with greedy, thieving bastards, my boss is OK. Except for the fact that the 2 feet of snow is his fault.
- At least I am not ON that conference call
- They’re learning the accounting system. Slowly. Through trial and error. But they are learning.
- After I get everything done when I get home, I think it is high time for a long hot bath.
- The salespeople at Neiman Marcus aren’t very nice anyway.
