2857it's only TUESDAY. feh.
Jan. 25, 2005
I ignored many signs that I should just stay home--bad dreams,
pinching my fingers as I was getting off the bus, elevator at work
not working so I had to walk up the stairs carrying my bookbag &
stuff for a care package for Josephine & D's new baby, in a building
which was heated up to about 100. And since my hands were already
full it was a hassle to take off my sweater and jacket...yay.
Then I went on my lunch break to mail the stuff, and was chastised as
I picked up a flat rate box to put it in by the bossy, loud,
obnoxious know-it-all postal clerk bitch (yes, I read the sign, I
know it's $7.70, STFU and let me mail my shit!) and then after our
transaction was completed, she blathered at me for 10 minutes about
her birthday skydive. Ugh. It's at times like that, I wish I had 15
inches of limp cock to slap people with...