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letterblade[Reposted from eight o-clock last night, minus one too personal bit that resulted in my taking it offline for a while.]
If one measures solely by the percentage of waking hours spent so afraid that one feels like one is about to throw up, then today was definitively the worst day of my life, as that percentage has been a hundred between 1:30 AM and now.
Highlights:
- Waking up at 1:30 in the morning to find the power going out (due to, I found much later, blackout) and assuming it was the electricity getting cut off because our scatterbrained landlord didn't give us the number to hook it up until way too late. Panic number 1.
- Discussing in infinite detail how much the world sucks in lieu of thinking about how much our life sucks.
- Not being able to sleep until WAY too late in the morning.
- Being woken up by a call from my only contact at any temp agency that has actually gotten me *work* (albeit at the moment shitty work) chewing me out for being late to work after being sick yesterday (because I was so dizzy I couldn't stand or move my head, so of-fucking-COURSE I called in sick), and threatening to drop me entirely if I didn't get my butt in that second, and not giving a shit about the fact that (I still thought we'd been disconnected) we had no electricity in a heat wave and I needed to take some time out to set it up
- Not eating breakfast.
- Spending eight hours sitting behind a desk with NOTHING TO DO AND NOTHING TO EAT GOING FUCKING STIR CRAZY AND STARVING. Because have I mentioned this is shitty work? This is work in the kind of office where nobody bothers to learn your name or train you or say fucking HELLO, and they expect me to give a RAT'S ASS about whether I'm coming in or who's answering their phone that NEVER RINGS? No, they've made it perfectly clear that I am disposable. I am a plastic person. I could be kidnapped by aliens and tortured to death and my gruesome remains dropped on their president's desk, and he'd just look a little puzzled and call up and say "excuse me, your temp went and got herself killed, get me another."
- Realizing that, yes, we can make this month's rent, but we will have THIRTY-SEVEN FUCKING DOLLARS to our name until one of us manages another paycheck, and if the afformentioned temp guy has his way I will NEVER HAVE ANOTHER PAYCHECK AGAIN.
- Driving most of the way around the city, better part of an hour, in rush hour traffic, to pick up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yunatwilight and her stuff at her old apartment, only to discover her roommate had company so we couldn't move shit out like we were planning to and we just had to turn around and drive all the fucking way back again, discussing all the way how much life sucks, as I had, while at work, come to the complete realization that life sucks.
- Still having to cook dinner, especially as cooking dinner meant cleaning out the saucepan that had been living in our musty semi-functional fridge filled with mooshy macaroni and rotting canned garlic alfredo sauce and the gray water that drips from the giant Carlsbad-like formation of ice on the roof of the fridge and oh my god it was the most disgusting thing I've ever had to clean in my life INCLUDING the fucking clam chowder pot with the clam chowder baked onto it at my old job and then I had to cook dinner in the fucking saucepan instead of damn well throwing up in it, which was what I wanted to do--
HAVE I MENTIONED THAT IT WAS A HUNDRED DEGREES TODAY? HAVE I YET? BECAUSE THAT JUST CAPPED IT. OHHHHH YEAH, THAT MADE EVERYTHING SO MUCH BETTER. THAT WAS THE BURNING CHERRY ON THE MOTHERFUCKING CAKE.
At least the blackout went away and we have AC again. One small thing. One small thing. Off to hide in AC now. Can't come out, world will eat me.
And, yes, I know, I'm slow on the uptake. I'm a spoiled rich girl who should've realized ages ago, during adolescence, when one is supposed to, that life fucking sucks, but instead I held on, for as long as I possibly could, that there was something besides a few decent people worth bothering with in this entire world, because I thought it was the right thing to think. I know I should've gotten all my shattering of childish illusions over with a good while ago, so you wouldn't have to bother with it. Yes, I know, silly me.
Edit: Oh, yes, I forgot to mention the other flaming cherry. Because I finally get to go to the FFF. Oh, yes, I'll be going to the FFF, because I have to, because I volunteered to help a local kinkster's group serve drinks. My first time there, I've wanted to go since high school...AND I WILL HAVE NO FUCKING MONEY TO SPEND THERE. IT IS GOING TO DRIVE ME BUGFUCK. IF ANYBODY KNOWS WHAT SIN I COMMITTED TO BE SENTENCED TO LIVING HELL AS TANTALUS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, 'CAUSE I'M KINDA DRAWING A BLANK.
Anyway. If any of you lot are going, let me know, and--assuming we can wrangle said kinkster's group into paying for my admission because I can't fucking afford that either--we can hang out, between breaks, and you can physically restrain me from diving into the vending tables. It'll be fun, really!
If one measures solely by the percentage of waking hours spent so afraid that one feels like one is about to throw up, then today was definitively the worst day of my life, as that percentage has been a hundred between 1:30 AM and now.
Highlights:
- Waking up at 1:30 in the morning to find the power going out (due to, I found much later, blackout) and assuming it was the electricity getting cut off because our scatterbrained landlord didn't give us the number to hook it up until way too late. Panic number 1.
- Discussing in infinite detail how much the world sucks in lieu of thinking about how much our life sucks.
- Not being able to sleep until WAY too late in the morning.
- Being woken up by a call from my only contact at any temp agency that has actually gotten me *work* (albeit at the moment shitty work) chewing me out for being late to work after being sick yesterday (because I was so dizzy I couldn't stand or move my head, so of-fucking-COURSE I called in sick), and threatening to drop me entirely if I didn't get my butt in that second, and not giving a shit about the fact that (I still thought we'd been disconnected) we had no electricity in a heat wave and I needed to take some time out to set it up
- Not eating breakfast.
- Spending eight hours sitting behind a desk with NOTHING TO DO AND NOTHING TO EAT GOING FUCKING STIR CRAZY AND STARVING. Because have I mentioned this is shitty work? This is work in the kind of office where nobody bothers to learn your name or train you or say fucking HELLO, and they expect me to give a RAT'S ASS about whether I'm coming in or who's answering their phone that NEVER RINGS? No, they've made it perfectly clear that I am disposable. I am a plastic person. I could be kidnapped by aliens and tortured to death and my gruesome remains dropped on their president's desk, and he'd just look a little puzzled and call up and say "excuse me, your temp went and got herself killed, get me another."
- Realizing that, yes, we can make this month's rent, but we will have THIRTY-SEVEN FUCKING DOLLARS to our name until one of us manages another paycheck, and if the afformentioned temp guy has his way I will NEVER HAVE ANOTHER PAYCHECK AGAIN.
- Driving most of the way around the city, better part of an hour, in rush hour traffic, to pick up
yunatwilight and her stuff at her old apartment, only to discover her roommate had company so we couldn't move shit out like we were planning to and we just had to turn around and drive all the fucking way back again, discussing all the way how much life sucks, as I had, while at work, come to the complete realization that life sucks.- Still having to cook dinner, especially as cooking dinner meant cleaning out the saucepan that had been living in our musty semi-functional fridge filled with mooshy macaroni and rotting canned garlic alfredo sauce and the gray water that drips from the giant Carlsbad-like formation of ice on the roof of the fridge and oh my god it was the most disgusting thing I've ever had to clean in my life INCLUDING the fucking clam chowder pot with the clam chowder baked onto it at my old job and then I had to cook dinner in the fucking saucepan instead of damn well throwing up in it, which was what I wanted to do--
HAVE I MENTIONED THAT IT WAS A HUNDRED DEGREES TODAY? HAVE I YET? BECAUSE THAT JUST CAPPED IT. OHHHHH YEAH, THAT MADE EVERYTHING SO MUCH BETTER. THAT WAS THE BURNING CHERRY ON THE MOTHERFUCKING CAKE.
At least the blackout went away and we have AC again. One small thing. One small thing. Off to hide in AC now. Can't come out, world will eat me.
And, yes, I know, I'm slow on the uptake. I'm a spoiled rich girl who should've realized ages ago, during adolescence, when one is supposed to, that life fucking sucks, but instead I held on, for as long as I possibly could, that there was something besides a few decent people worth bothering with in this entire world, because I thought it was the right thing to think. I know I should've gotten all my shattering of childish illusions over with a good while ago, so you wouldn't have to bother with it. Yes, I know, silly me.
Edit: Oh, yes, I forgot to mention the other flaming cherry. Because I finally get to go to the FFF. Oh, yes, I'll be going to the FFF, because I have to, because I volunteered to help a local kinkster's group serve drinks. My first time there, I've wanted to go since high school...AND I WILL HAVE NO FUCKING MONEY TO SPEND THERE. IT IS GOING TO DRIVE ME BUGFUCK. IF ANYBODY KNOWS WHAT SIN I COMMITTED TO BE SENTENCED TO LIVING HELL AS TANTALUS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, 'CAUSE I'M KINDA DRAWING A BLANK.
Anyway. If any of you lot are going, let me know, and--assuming we can wrangle said kinkster's group into paying for my admission because I can't fucking afford that either--we can hang out, between breaks, and you can physically restrain me from diving into the vending tables. It'll be fun, really!
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Date: Aug. 3rd, 2006 02:30 pm (UTC)I give you a hot butches icon to possibly improve your day?
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Date: Aug. 4th, 2006 11:24 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: Aug. 4th, 2006 11:24 am (UTC)Are you going to be coming out for the Flea?
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Date: Aug. 4th, 2006 11:26 am (UTC)(He, btw, *points at icon*, is another one of my heroes. ;))
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Date: Aug. 4th, 2006 11:17 pm (UTC)Woe, my job sucketh.