Sigh....

Um, I realize what I'm eating must be fascinating to you. But I'm reading a book and eating quietly for a reason. You know where you buy Cookie crisp? At the store. Yes they still make it. No, you don't have to be 7 to eat it. Leave me alone.

pointless queueing barriers

I just spent three minutes navigating a pointless porta-barrier in marks & spencer's. Now usually I think these are a good idea, especially around Christmas when you want to avoid some miserable pikey family coming up and stealing your place in the queue, or something out of your bag, the bastards.

But when the shop is empty, why oh why the hell do they have to have those stupid things up? It's not like the bloody Krypton factor, we don't get a gold star for being the fastest around the mini-maze. There was no-one in the queue ahead of me, but instead of being able to nip round the side to buy my salad, some pimly-faced student worker/numbskull oik said I had to go through the barrier-maze. "But there's no-one in the queue!" I protested. "No, but there could be and then you would be pushing in front of them". WTF? Where do they find these quality jobbers? Care in the Community?

But by the time I went back to the barrier, several people had of course then started on their long trek to the counters. So pimple-head then decided to be helpful, and undid one of the barrier things, and stuck it in diagonally across one of the four (YES, FOUR!!!) line demarkations.

Of course, the bloke in front of me ended up stuck at a dead end. He then tried to turn round, but there were too many of us in the queue behind him. So the man tried to dodge under the barrier, whereupon the red-neck commie pinko Nazi bastard just pissed off, probably to have a hand shandy over the WI calendar somewhere. In the end, I undid the stupid barriers and just went straight up to a till. A SALAD should NOT be this much trauma.

So I picked up a bag of chips and a blueberry muffin as well. Hey, I needed something to calm my nerves.

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staying home sick

If I have to stay home sick from work, can I at least not actually be sick, as it makes staying home much more fun than nursing a tummy ache. A tummy ache! I'm thirty-four years old! That's just stupid!

make up my mind

All week I've been hearing Zod bang on about what's it gonna take to turn me into a chief, I've got it in me, but I spend too much time pissing about with websites (this coming from the man who was to read NME.com each morning and spends all day Wednesdays playing shockwave puzzle games on fhm.com). So this morning I say, I'm going to teach the newbie to do graphs in Illustrator and he goes off his nut about how that's his or Deputy The Man's job.
So what's it going to take to let him turn me into a chief sub? Christ.

Letter to an idiot

Yeah, pardon me for spending the last 3-4 months basically depleting my savings and my checking account and working a temp job where I made barely over 300 bucks a week while looking for, you know, a JOB so I could support myself and not put all the burden on my girlfriend....rather than worrying about your frail, fragile ego and how you need people to telepathically figure out when something is troubling you.

No wonder your supposed "best friend" packed up and moved out of town without saying goodbye. You're a clingy, co-dependent nutjob. I was nothing but nice to you and listened to you whine and vent about how mean the world is and how no guy will have you. Well, face facts, sister. No guy in his right mind would willingly hook up with some chick who constantly pines for the acceptance of people who treat her with disdain. Or, for that matter, one who accuses someone of being out to fuck them over when quite frankly, they've had more important things on their mind.

If your life is crap, more than likely, you made it that way...so do everyone a favor and either quit feeling sorry for yourself and taking out your anger on the rest of the world, or go work an actual nine to five job and then see if you have anything to whine about. Oh, but it's more important to keep your cushy condo and show everyone what a great life you have than actually get off your ASS and fix the problems in your life, right?

Fuck off.