Friday, May 15, 2009
It's Like Torture
So I finally had to call in some help about the laptop keyboard with milk spilled inside. Turns out, I need a new keyboard. Thanks, cat. I totally apprceciate it. (Note to self: For future reference, no more drink glasses next to laptop. Use sippy cups instead.)
Therefore, I’ve been without a computer, meaning internet access, for too long. I finally was able to borrow a laptop until mine is fixed. It’s only been a short while but I feel like I’ve been away for months. Like, the world has gone on without me.
Kinda made me think that’s what death is like. You die, the world goes on. La de da. You were here?
Have a lot of things to blather on about....some of it I’m not sure if I’m going to write down here or not. Part of me feels it’s not even worth it while the other part feels like it would be good to have SANE PEOPLE share my agony.
Here’s a clue: I work with morons. Whiny morons, no less. These whiny morons are grown men. Lord! I haven’t heard so much pissing and whining since my 6 year old sister’s birthday party when we ran out of cake and ice cream.
(No, I do not have a 6 year old sister but these “grown men” cry and carry on and pee their pants more than a houseful of little girls who didn’t get their party favors.)
Christ, the daily tantrums, the flood of tears, the hysterical screaming. And then there’s the hours and hours of pouting. (The co-workers, not my fabricated sister and her distraught friends.)
I’m not kidding.
At all.
It’s repulsive, actually.
Then of course I’ll be continuing the “Why You Are An Asshole” series. Because that’s just easy.
And then there’s the politics.
Actually, come to think of it, the whiny, moronic co-workers and politics actually fit under the “Why You Are An Asshole” category.
Hm. Really is a lot of assholery going on. Guess I’ll never run out of anything to say.
Anyhoo, my laptop should be back early next week, (key word: should....in Miami, NOTHING fucking gets done when people say it will get done because they are all incompetent and lazy), and then I’m going to really start writing more often. I’m also going to be doing some more paid ads here because...well, damnit! Have you been paying attention? My punk cat fucking spilled milk on my laptop keyboard! Unexepected expense. And I work with whiny bitches. Unexpected angst. I need to earn as much money as I can, as quickly as possible, to get everything taken care of, paid for and move the FUCK out of here!
Until then, enjoy my future posts about all the pieces of shit I experience on a daily basis.
And sometimes politics.
