1563 bitchin' bout stuff

[evile]

Aug. 14, 2003

 

 

(most of this was sent to J-Law, but not all)
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I've had my headphones on all day. One of my coworkers is going on
vacation tomorrow, so today she is just wandering around flapping her
yap. I knew she would be useless & distracting, so I brought lots of
good music to listen to.

Also helps me tune out the Village Idiot. Today he wanted to reboot
in the middle of something because he'd done it wrong.

Anyhoo...I'm taking half a day off tomorrow. Was thinking of going to
the beach & Piney Woods Winery, but the weather looks rainy & nasty
for the next couple days. Plus Sweetie invited himself along & is now
having issues with wanting to change oil & stuff before 'we' go. And
of course he can't do THAT while it's raining. Foo. I guess I can use
the time to clean house (blerrrrgh!) and organize my closet & stuff,
but I really don't want to. Also, the dog needs a bath badly & her
nails filed down. I honestly have no idea 1) how Sweetie can stand the
dirty old dog smell while he's at home all day and 2) WHAT THE HELL
he is doing with his time.

{{not sent to J-Law}}
Not any housework, not organizing his work room, not getting the Blue
Trooper sold (he was going to give himself 2 months to get it done,
left himself the 'out' of never declaring when the beginning of that
two months was to be. fucker.)
Argh. I am trying very very hard not to pick on him or make him feel
bad, because heaven knows it's not a good job market out there, and I
know him not working isn't his fault...but for FUCKS SAKE!!! If I was
home and unemployed, at the very least the dishes would be done. It
sucks royal hemmorroidal ASS to work FT and then come home and work
some more while your Partner in Life isn't apparently accomplishing
anything. Okay, maybe he's browsing monster.com and emailing resumes,
but it looks like surfing to me...
{{/not sent to J-Law}}

agh.