I’m aware that really, it’s Saturday, but since it was my first day of the work week, it’s my monday, and it sucked.
I feel so zoned.
08 Saturday Oct 2005
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inI’m aware that really, it’s Saturday, but since it was my first day of the work week, it’s my monday, and it sucked.
I feel so zoned.
29 Thursday Sep 2005
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inAh, the headache acquired from helping people over the phone. I was put into a new queue today, which required me to perform a function that I was unfamiliar with save for an email I’d received in regards to said function this am. So. Early morning notice in writing: this is how you do this: GO! Ok, so I’m thinking it won’t be that bad since I probably won’t get that many calls from that queue and go ahead and log in and guess what. That’s all I did today. MOTHERFUCKER!
Hate you freaking a-holes.
Needless to say I spent most of the day with my head in my hands growling at the computer, because it decided that today would be a good day to not let any of the excel spreadsheets actually open up. This is tantamount to making me do a lot of things blind, which is why it was a good thing I didn’t have to place any orders today. Stupid stupid headache. Stupid stupid job…
Today was my first day with my new team. We’re in the upstairs center, which is waaay warmer than downstairs and I was getting a little overheated, so I’m going to have to wear lighter clothes tomorrow. Of course, when we got out today it was pouring rain and I had my fleecey off and I got soaked. Not good for the cold!
Urrgh. Home today on time only to discover that J’s computer has bitten the dust. So now he’s mucking about in a pile of parts trying to make the damn thing work again. *rolls eyes* I wish him luck.
Later: looks like he’s had success. He’s the kind to truck through until he’s figured everything out. That’s my maaan.
on my winamp: Portishead – Sour Times
05 Tuesday Oct 2004
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inWeird day
my first afternoon class was cancelled, so I had lots of time to finish up my story and to do the last of my work-shopping.
Had Satan for a bus driver on the way home though. Crikey the man was a cranky bastard. He told off some poor girl for finishing her sandwich and yelled at another for wanting to get off though the front door. He also cranked about some girl wanting to know where the bus with the bike rack was since the schedule said that one with a bike rack was supposed to be leaving in his time slot. ‘Subject to change without notice!’ he screeched at her. Holy cow was I glad to get off that bus! The man was frightening.
Two more things due this week, and about two next week accompanied with lots of reading.
19 Monday Nov 2001
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inSigh, I hate Mondays. And I also have a thing against essays and computers. Last night I sat down to finish off my essay, you know, touch it up, add a few things, delete the repeated stuff. At about nine or ten last night I’m pretty excited because it’s looking pretty good, and I’ve had a brain wave and it actually sounds like a university level essay (I suck at essays, have I mentioned this?) and so I go to save it. Ctrl + s. What happens? My computer freezes. So I’m sitting in front of my computer and I just cry, because I know that what I started out with is pretty damn close to crap and all the good stuff I just managed to pour into it has just been lost. I reset the silly little piece of ^%&$ and pray that something was salvaged, but no. Of course. My luck is like that sometimes, you see. This morning, feeling like crap because I have a cold and my eyes are extra puffy from my being a silly ass cry baby last night and I have to hand in what I know is a ‘C’ paper because I couldn’t recapture my brainwave from earlier in the day.
There. I think I’m done bitching. About the paper anyway. My ICQ’s not working right today it seems. Doesn’t want to connect for some reason, and I want to talk to Nomes. Walli too. John’s at work. He wasn’t supposed to work today, but Steve phoned this morning at about 7:30 and asked him to come in. I was comfy too, drat it. John’s so patient with me. Last night, I didn’t even want anything to do with me because I was such a blithering idiot. I guess it is stress, but I felt like such a baby for crying over an essay. There must be something wrong with me though, I’m enjoying sleep and food far too much. Hell, I can’t even fit half my clothes properly anymore. in fact I think I need to go up a cup size if you can imagine. Amber will be mad at me for that, but that’s besides the point. I could say it was John’s excellent culinary skills that have contributed to my added poundage, but I think it’s more likely because my eating habits have changed. I used to eat at most two meals a day. I used to climb a mountain at school every day at Malaspina because that’s essentially what the campus was. I used to live off popcorn rather than square meals. At least I’m healthier.
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