July 08, 2004

Together we don't like anybody

Know what is turning out to be a total pain in the ass? Working.

I knew I'd feel like this after my glorious thirty-five days of waking up at 11am, walking aimlessly for hours, and then going to bed whenever I fancied. People keep asking for forms and keys and numbers and data entry, and I think to myself 'Why are you fucking asking me, asshat? Get it yourself!'. Then I remember that people are asking me to do things because...you know...it's my *job* to do things. Boo!

Also, Re: the weather.

Last night I had to put on kneesocks, slip, undershirt, t-shirt, sweater and sweatshirt to watch Patrick Opie's soccer game. It's July! This is Crap!

Posted by Sonya at July 8, 2004 10:45 AM
Comments

I thought you liked the rain.

Either way. Yeah, this working thing is crap. I think I'm gonna leave it for awhie.

Posted by: benlau at July 8, 2004 11:26 AM

I had nothing but wonderful weather on my vacation also, and I come back to a few 100 degree days in Sacramento. Total. Crap.

Posted by: UnderwearNinja at July 8, 2004 12:51 PM

Still, doesn't it just bug the heck out of you when perfectly healthy people ask you to do simple, stupid things (like making copies) that would take them almost the same amount of time to do IF they just went ahead and did it themselves?

It does me, but then I'M on vacation myself, so I won't have to deal with their stupid laziness until NEXT week!

Posted by: COMTE at July 8, 2004 01:21 PM

I must remember to call someone an "asshat" in the near future.

Posted by: Bryan at July 8, 2004 06:23 PM

shee, babygirl, down here it's a hundred and three drivin down Poplar Avenue AT SIX O CLOCK IN THE EVENIN.

hrrgh.

at noon, the glass in all the shiny shiny windows starts to go all melty, and you can bend it in with minimal pressure, a little window dimple around your fingertip like when Donnie Darko tries to stab the Frank rabbit, and the cicadas and tree frogs fall from the sky and lie mute and exhausted, unabale to summon even a wisp of strength to start their chirring, my gracious no, not until 7:26 when one first notices the breeze and the ability to take a deep breath without scorching one's lung cilia...

it's mojito weather down here. and the skeeters are back for revenge.

Posted by: sue at July 11, 2004 08:34 AM