Man, I am NOT having a good day.
First, I'm dragging bad. I'm so tired, but I don't want to take a nap and mess up tonight's sleep. I haven't done squat as far as cleaning. I had good intentions this morning that are all shot to heck now.
The dog has gone totally mental. Getting him in and out to go potty is becoming an ordeal. He can't get up the steps, but he won't let you pick him up, either. When you finally chase him down, he screams like you're murdering him. *sigh* I had to run to the bank for Marcus and tried to get the dog to go out before I left. He wouldn't wake up. When I came home, however, he had pooped all over. At least it wasn't diahrrea, but still. I was only gone 30 minutes.
Why do people who have lengthy transactions insist on going throught the drive-up at the bank? If what you need to do requires sending stuff back and forth to the teller more than once, park you car and take your lazy ass inside and do it. I swear the old bag in front of me sent the cannister back six times. One time was to break a large bill the teller had given her. If you require a certain breakdown of your cash, send a little note the first time.
One of my old coworkers called today...not for me, he needed to talk to Marcus because he couldn't get his computer on their wireless network and the owner was out of town. Yeah, like I give a rat's ass that you can't do any work. You're got Marcus' number, you call him. Jerk. If he was busy and didn't answer for you, he's not going to answer for me. Marcus did call him back later and he asked Marcus how I was doing. Terrible, if you must know. I'm still unemployed, you a-hole. If you really cared squat about how I'm doing, you would call and inquire when you don't need something. Loser. Gee, I think I'm still bitter. Just when I think I'm starting to move past that anger, he calls and stirs it up again. I really wish I had never worked there.
I've only added 3 new pieces to my PPP puzzle collection today. Another postie said on the boards that he had collected 43 total (14 more than I have) and my heart fell. Turns out later he was joking, though. They are dragging this one out, though. There's at least 192 pieces, I'm guessing, and I've got 29. A lot of pieces still to be found!
No news on the job front. I'm really getting discouraged. I've been trying to find a new job for almost six months now. Whaat sucks is I know I'm smart and talented, I just can't seem to get anybody else to see it.
Something from time to time runs on my computer, hogging up the processor and memory, but I have no clue what it is. I don't have a whole heck of a lot of memory anyway (512 MB) and can't afford to buy more. It got so bad this morning, I finally closed everything down and rebooted. It seems to have helped for the time being. I wish I could figure out what it is and either disable or remove it. When Marcus moved me from my old G4 to his G5, I should've just done a clean install of the OS. Oh, well. Another day.
I still can't figure out what I did to mess up my HTML formatting buttons in my comments. Maybe fresh eyes after sleep will find the problem (or Marcus will see it right away when he comes home).
First, I'm dragging bad. I'm so tired, but I don't want to take a nap and mess up tonight's sleep. I haven't done squat as far as cleaning. I had good intentions this morning that are all shot to heck now.
The dog has gone totally mental. Getting him in and out to go potty is becoming an ordeal. He can't get up the steps, but he won't let you pick him up, either. When you finally chase him down, he screams like you're murdering him. *sigh* I had to run to the bank for Marcus and tried to get the dog to go out before I left. He wouldn't wake up. When I came home, however, he had pooped all over. At least it wasn't diahrrea, but still. I was only gone 30 minutes.
Why do people who have lengthy transactions insist on going throught the drive-up at the bank? If what you need to do requires sending stuff back and forth to the teller more than once, park you car and take your lazy ass inside and do it. I swear the old bag in front of me sent the cannister back six times. One time was to break a large bill the teller had given her. If you require a certain breakdown of your cash, send a little note the first time.
One of my old coworkers called today...not for me, he needed to talk to Marcus because he couldn't get his computer on their wireless network and the owner was out of town. Yeah, like I give a rat's ass that you can't do any work. You're got Marcus' number, you call him. Jerk. If he was busy and didn't answer for you, he's not going to answer for me. Marcus did call him back later and he asked Marcus how I was doing. Terrible, if you must know. I'm still unemployed, you a-hole. If you really cared squat about how I'm doing, you would call and inquire when you don't need something. Loser. Gee, I think I'm still bitter. Just when I think I'm starting to move past that anger, he calls and stirs it up again. I really wish I had never worked there.
I've only added 3 new pieces to my PPP puzzle collection today. Another postie said on the boards that he had collected 43 total (14 more than I have) and my heart fell. Turns out later he was joking, though. They are dragging this one out, though. There's at least 192 pieces, I'm guessing, and I've got 29. A lot of pieces still to be found!
No news on the job front. I'm really getting discouraged. I've been trying to find a new job for almost six months now. Whaat sucks is I know I'm smart and talented, I just can't seem to get anybody else to see it.
Something from time to time runs on my computer, hogging up the processor and memory, but I have no clue what it is. I don't have a whole heck of a lot of memory anyway (512 MB) and can't afford to buy more. It got so bad this morning, I finally closed everything down and rebooted. It seems to have helped for the time being. I wish I could figure out what it is and either disable or remove it. When Marcus moved me from my old G4 to his G5, I should've just done a clean install of the OS. Oh, well. Another day.
I still can't figure out what I did to mess up my HTML formatting buttons in my comments. Maybe fresh eyes after sleep will find the problem (or Marcus will see it right away when he comes home).
Name: LaDonna
