I hate shaving my legs with body wash. I'm outta shave gel and keep forgetting to buy some. Hrmph.
I also hate work on Wednesdays. Okay I hate it everyday that I'm in the accounting department, which is everyday except Friday when I'm in First Aid. The women I work with have made it their mission to reaffirm every horrible stereotype about women that the Feminist movement has been trying to tackle for the past... Ohh I don't know... 100 years?! I'm sure they'd take away my right to vote if they could.
Wednesdays are just especially horrible because our biggest location makes all of its payments on Wednesdays. This means I file hundreds of payments next to the desk of the woman that drives me utterly insane. Last Thursday she managed to call me fat and tell me that my hair is ugly when its straight all in the same day. What a sweetheart. She thinks she's helping but she's really just a crotchity old hag.
It is an interesting contrast when I go to work with the women in First Aid because they are everything I could ever ask for in coworkers. I can see myself doing things with them outside of work, which is what I think work SHOULD be. I shouldn't have to be worried that I'm going to get a snide comment everyday from the people I work with over the most trivial things. No wonder I come home feeling like shit. Christ. These people are horrible.
Please, let Friday come faster.
Oh, and I really want to go see The Brothers Grimm some night this week. Possibly tonight. Maybe I'll call and wake the Daniel up to go with me before economy time is over. What a brilliant idea.
I also hate work on Wednesdays. Okay I hate it everyday that I'm in the accounting department, which is everyday except Friday when I'm in First Aid. The women I work with have made it their mission to reaffirm every horrible stereotype about women that the Feminist movement has been trying to tackle for the past... Ohh I don't know... 100 years?! I'm sure they'd take away my right to vote if they could.
Wednesdays are just especially horrible because our biggest location makes all of its payments on Wednesdays. This means I file hundreds of payments next to the desk of the woman that drives me utterly insane. Last Thursday she managed to call me fat and tell me that my hair is ugly when its straight all in the same day. What a sweetheart. She thinks she's helping but she's really just a crotchity old hag.
It is an interesting contrast when I go to work with the women in First Aid because they are everything I could ever ask for in coworkers. I can see myself doing things with them outside of work, which is what I think work SHOULD be. I shouldn't have to be worried that I'm going to get a snide comment everyday from the people I work with over the most trivial things. No wonder I come home feeling like shit. Christ. These people are horrible.
Please, let Friday come faster.
Oh, and I really want to go see The Brothers Grimm some night this week. Possibly tonight. Maybe I'll call and wake the Daniel up to go with me before economy time is over. What a brilliant idea.
gadgethead:
Friday...soon...I promise...it isn't too far away...and tell the hag to shove it! You are not fat and you have beuatiful hair, so tell her to suck it.... Brothers Grimm got mixed reviews, but my boy and i saw it last weekend and we really like it. It was very fanciful...and fun...but I really want to see the Corpse's Bride...