i would rant, but really
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dragonlady7I started off work today in such a towering rage that I was actually quivering with anger, and related it all 8 hours later to Z in a steaming pillar of indignation, but at this point I'm just not feeling the righteous wrath anymore. I probably will later. I am going to call in sick tomorrow, simply because otherwise I will punch Asshole Manager in the face when next I see him. I'll come in on Monday, though, because I am going to file a grievance with the union, and on Mondays I work with the union steward.
In related news I am looking for another job. Anyone with any ideas, let me know.
So, rant to follow, at some point when I have my wrath back. Right now... well, Z has just gone to a party down the street with one of his buddies. I dithered about whether to go along, but, well, it's not that I don't always get along with this guy, so much as that he sort of doesn't think girls are people, and sometimes that doesn't bother me and sometimes it does. So I figured, rather than come along just to get out of the house, I'd let Z go by himself, even though he said it'd be fine if I came. Partly because I don't want to be the sort who always tags along unless expressly requested not to, but partly because, well, I really really really want to finish writing that novel. Do I do anything else ever? No. So I'm going to write more. I swear to God I am going to finish this thing if it kills me but I cannot believe it is taking me this long.
In other news I have been having odd respiratory issues. Nothing serious, not like I know a lot of people do, but WTF? I haven't had an asthma attack since 1984, but I've been wheezing a lot lately, and I'm worried that it's a symptom of an oncoming bad cold or something-- except wouldn't a cold have set in by now?
Must be all the temperature changes we've been having... it's sort of worse than annoying, though. Makes me lightheaded sometimes. But then, I mean, I vividly remember what asthma is like, and I am not going to ever compare this to that. Many of my most vivid early childhood memories involve that crushed-chest sensation, that awful, squeezed, not-quite-tickle in the trachea, that-- ugh! No, what I've got now is not even enough to grumble about, but it gives me a hypochondriacal creeping sense of paranoia because I am well aware of how much worse it could be. Hmph.
(Also there is nothing so formidably grumpy as a Bridget who can't breathe. I was actually a sweet-natured small child but I had the World's Worst Temper Tantrums sometimes-- whenever an asthma attack was setting in, my mother quickly realized. I couldn't breathe and it made me so very angry that I would be utterly impossible to deal with. The world should fear this.)
In related news I am looking for another job. Anyone with any ideas, let me know.
So, rant to follow, at some point when I have my wrath back. Right now... well, Z has just gone to a party down the street with one of his buddies. I dithered about whether to go along, but, well, it's not that I don't always get along with this guy, so much as that he sort of doesn't think girls are people, and sometimes that doesn't bother me and sometimes it does. So I figured, rather than come along just to get out of the house, I'd let Z go by himself, even though he said it'd be fine if I came. Partly because I don't want to be the sort who always tags along unless expressly requested not to, but partly because, well, I really really really want to finish writing that novel. Do I do anything else ever? No. So I'm going to write more. I swear to God I am going to finish this thing if it kills me but I cannot believe it is taking me this long.
In other news I have been having odd respiratory issues. Nothing serious, not like I know a lot of people do, but WTF? I haven't had an asthma attack since 1984, but I've been wheezing a lot lately, and I'm worried that it's a symptom of an oncoming bad cold or something-- except wouldn't a cold have set in by now?
Must be all the temperature changes we've been having... it's sort of worse than annoying, though. Makes me lightheaded sometimes. But then, I mean, I vividly remember what asthma is like, and I am not going to ever compare this to that. Many of my most vivid early childhood memories involve that crushed-chest sensation, that awful, squeezed, not-quite-tickle in the trachea, that-- ugh! No, what I've got now is not even enough to grumble about, but it gives me a hypochondriacal creeping sense of paranoia because I am well aware of how much worse it could be. Hmph.
(Also there is nothing so formidably grumpy as a Bridget who can't breathe. I was actually a sweet-natured small child but I had the World's Worst Temper Tantrums sometimes-- whenever an asthma attack was setting in, my mother quickly realized. I couldn't breathe and it made me so very angry that I would be utterly impossible to deal with. The world should fear this.)
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:48 am (UTC)