Seriously . . . when are the fuck-ups gonna taper off?
I was at work this afternoon trying to work the kinks out of my newsletter w/my HR director, and she decided to pull a piece from it and send it separately as an e-mail so she could make it more like a "nastygram" because some people apparently have to have things spelled out for them like that. Anyway, we were e-mailing back and forth about it and then she sent the piece out as a separate e-mail . . . with our whole e-mail string attached. Oops. Well, at least I wasn't the one who sent it out. There wasn't anything scandalous in there, but I think some people might latch on to some things in there and take issue w/it . . . I dunno. I had to just gloss over that. I put something else in the newsletter to take up the space that piece left and got the go-ahead to publish it.
While I was working on that . . .
The husband calls. He's at home. And he has no keys. Because I had picked up his keys from him on Thursday before he left town when I locked myself out of the house. And I still had another hour at work, meaning he'd have to sit outside for an hour and a half 'til I got home. I forgot to give him his @#$%*&^#@! keys back when he got home last night! DAMMIT! So I had to ask my boss if I could cut out and just come in early tomorrow. Not only did I not want to do that due to the garage door debacle and my sick day, but now I gotta get up and out even earlier tomorrow. Jesus Christ on a mountain top!
Then, when I got home, the husband was all grumpy because he was hungry. And he was irritating me. We're getting dinner together, and then he realizes one of the sprinkler heads out back is broken so he starts messing with that and telling me to turn this set of sprinklers off, the other set of sprinklers on -- and I don't know which valve controls which set of sprinklers, as they are not marked in any way, and the sprinklers don't immediately respond to being turned off or on, so I'm just turning them this way and that -- and he starts getting pissy with me. So I walked away, toward the house. He calls after me, "turn it back on!" And I say "No!" and shut the door behind me. Dismissed! I think he got the hint.
Don't ask for my muddafuckin' help on something you know I know nothing about if you're gonna be short w/me because you're hungry and cranky. What are you, 4?
I feel like I've been home forever and it's only 5:30. Dinner's done, I've been on the computer off & on since I got home, and I really don't feel compelled to do much else. Maybe I'll have some ice cream. Or a beer. Which one will it be?
Ice cream?
Beer?
Ice cream?
Beer?
Ice Cream?
Beer.
Beer it is. Hold, please . . .
Ahh. One perfectly chilled Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. All better.
Oh! I meant to post pics of the shoes I bought this weekend. Probably not exciting to anyone but me -- no matter. Do you know how difficult it is to get a picture of your feet at a good angle? I don't know why I felt compelled to have pics of the shoes w/my feet in them -- it just didn't occur to me to take pics of the shoes by themselves. Let's see:
The flip-flops
The low platform pink heart foo-foo I love them shoes
The more serious but sassy black 3 1/2 inch heels
I love shoes.
While I was working on that . . .
The husband calls. He's at home. And he has no keys. Because I had picked up his keys from him on Thursday before he left town when I locked myself out of the house. And I still had another hour at work, meaning he'd have to sit outside for an hour and a half 'til I got home. I forgot to give him his @#$%*&^#@! keys back when he got home last night! DAMMIT! So I had to ask my boss if I could cut out and just come in early tomorrow. Not only did I not want to do that due to the garage door debacle and my sick day, but now I gotta get up and out even earlier tomorrow. Jesus Christ on a mountain top!
Then, when I got home, the husband was all grumpy because he was hungry. And he was irritating me. We're getting dinner together, and then he realizes one of the sprinkler heads out back is broken so he starts messing with that and telling me to turn this set of sprinklers off, the other set of sprinklers on -- and I don't know which valve controls which set of sprinklers, as they are not marked in any way, and the sprinklers don't immediately respond to being turned off or on, so I'm just turning them this way and that -- and he starts getting pissy with me. So I walked away, toward the house. He calls after me, "turn it back on!" And I say "No!" and shut the door behind me. Dismissed! I think he got the hint.
Don't ask for my muddafuckin' help on something you know I know nothing about if you're gonna be short w/me because you're hungry and cranky. What are you, 4?
I feel like I've been home forever and it's only 5:30. Dinner's done, I've been on the computer off & on since I got home, and I really don't feel compelled to do much else. Maybe I'll have some ice cream. Or a beer. Which one will it be?
Ice cream?
Beer?
Ice cream?
Beer?
Ice Cream?
Beer.
Beer it is. Hold, please . . .
Ahh. One perfectly chilled Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. All better.
Oh! I meant to post pics of the shoes I bought this weekend. Probably not exciting to anyone but me -- no matter. Do you know how difficult it is to get a picture of your feet at a good angle? I don't know why I felt compelled to have pics of the shoes w/my feet in them -- it just didn't occur to me to take pics of the shoes by themselves. Let's see:
The flip-flops
The low platform pink heart foo-foo I love them shoes
The more serious but sassy black 3 1/2 inch heels
I love shoes.
posted by PlatinumGirl at 6:29 PM
2 Comments:
haha that was so funny. And I love the shoes!
TT: Thanks!
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