wednesday is 3fer day at the video shop.
Jul. 9th, 2003 08:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Yes, I'm a member of the hastings video shop's library. next i have to get a library card.
we need to go buy crickets tonight. i HAVE to figure out where to mail-order those little buggers. I do not have time to go dashing over to Scarsdale every couple of days because the three dozen I bought last time all died before I got them home. I need a better cricket solution. Blechh. The downside of keeping animals that have to be fed live prey...
It was so freakin' hot last night. Ugh. I put the fan on, and lay on the floor in my underwear. I slept like that from 7:30 until 10:30, at which point I got up, washed my face, realized I'd already brushed my teeth as I began to do so again, and moved the fan to the bedroom, whereupon I promptly passed out again until 7 this morning.
So I finally feel rested, but groggy.
Yesterday morning I woke at 5:30 to do some household chores and exercise. This morning there was just no way. I woke at 5:45, as usual, but I looked at the clock and grunted and rolled over, and that was that. Not feelin' it.
So, I'll be pudgy today, and eat lots of celery. I just don't like being that hungry. Ugh. So... Perhaps eating bulky low-calorie food will help. Either that or eventually my fat stomach will shrink and I won't need to eat as much food. At this point, it's just annoying to be hungry. I'd really rather not need so much to eat-- it's expensive here.
Anyhow. I'm just killing time before work, now. Since I found out that no matter what time I get in, I can't leave until 5, i've decided that they're not getting more extra hours out of me. I'm not starting work until 9, really, and I'm not working after 5:30.
So, forget them.
And the boss has decided not to like me. Three months on a project, delayed by other people, and he's decided now that I simply don't do what he tells me to. He hasn't asked me to do anything that I haven't done, but he's decided that I just have a bad attitude or something. And no amount of reason will change his mind. I'm going to publish the website soon, very soon; T. got off her ass and looked at the damn thing last night, finally, and I really think they're ready for me to finish it. But will the boss ever be happy for me? Probably not. Will he think hey, that girl works hard? No. He'll retain his impression that I don't do what he asks, and will hate me until he eventually fires me.
Fine, I wasn't planning on staying long, but I rather preferred it when he irrationally liked me. It's frustrating, it's stupid, it's a pain in the ass, and it's what you get for working for a manic-depressive.
So fuck them all. I'll do my job and get my paycheck, and I'll go back to school and get some kind of fucking degree, I don't care what kind, and then i'll go somewhere else and I'll never fucking deal with these people again. What a fucking pain. Is the professional world really, truly like this? I can't believe the world actually works when it's so full of fucking morons and crazy people.
On that cheerful note, I'm going to go fuck around for another half an hour.
we need to go buy crickets tonight. i HAVE to figure out where to mail-order those little buggers. I do not have time to go dashing over to Scarsdale every couple of days because the three dozen I bought last time all died before I got them home. I need a better cricket solution. Blechh. The downside of keeping animals that have to be fed live prey...
It was so freakin' hot last night. Ugh. I put the fan on, and lay on the floor in my underwear. I slept like that from 7:30 until 10:30, at which point I got up, washed my face, realized I'd already brushed my teeth as I began to do so again, and moved the fan to the bedroom, whereupon I promptly passed out again until 7 this morning.
So I finally feel rested, but groggy.
Yesterday morning I woke at 5:30 to do some household chores and exercise. This morning there was just no way. I woke at 5:45, as usual, but I looked at the clock and grunted and rolled over, and that was that. Not feelin' it.
So, I'll be pudgy today, and eat lots of celery. I just don't like being that hungry. Ugh. So... Perhaps eating bulky low-calorie food will help. Either that or eventually my fat stomach will shrink and I won't need to eat as much food. At this point, it's just annoying to be hungry. I'd really rather not need so much to eat-- it's expensive here.
Anyhow. I'm just killing time before work, now. Since I found out that no matter what time I get in, I can't leave until 5, i've decided that they're not getting more extra hours out of me. I'm not starting work until 9, really, and I'm not working after 5:30.
So, forget them.
And the boss has decided not to like me. Three months on a project, delayed by other people, and he's decided now that I simply don't do what he tells me to. He hasn't asked me to do anything that I haven't done, but he's decided that I just have a bad attitude or something. And no amount of reason will change his mind. I'm going to publish the website soon, very soon; T. got off her ass and looked at the damn thing last night, finally, and I really think they're ready for me to finish it. But will the boss ever be happy for me? Probably not. Will he think hey, that girl works hard? No. He'll retain his impression that I don't do what he asks, and will hate me until he eventually fires me.
Fine, I wasn't planning on staying long, but I rather preferred it when he irrationally liked me. It's frustrating, it's stupid, it's a pain in the ass, and it's what you get for working for a manic-depressive.
So fuck them all. I'll do my job and get my paycheck, and I'll go back to school and get some kind of fucking degree, I don't care what kind, and then i'll go somewhere else and I'll never fucking deal with these people again. What a fucking pain. Is the professional world really, truly like this? I can't believe the world actually works when it's so full of fucking morons and crazy people.
On that cheerful note, I'm going to go fuck around for another half an hour.
