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I finally feel like complaining...
Hey, wow. Been a crappy several weeks.
Anyway, I've been exhausted.
Today, I wake up in time to find out my nephew is going to be coming over. Mom and Jenna went to pick him up.
So, I wait. Wandered online, did some updating on my website. Posted the earlier entry.
And wait. Finally wandered off, since I had to work in an hour.
And wait. Fell asleep on the couch, woke up with five minutes to get my shoes on and things together before going to work.
And wait. No, actually, I didn't. Instead, I went to work (Dad insisted on taking too long to finish mopping the kitchen, so I was 5 minutes late. FFt.)
Tonight, I get in the car. Jenna'd picked me up. She starts enthusing on how cute Elias (my nephew, who is 2 months old) is. I mention that I was kind of bothered they didn't bring him home so I could see him.
"Well, you should have come with us to pick him up!"
EXCUSE ME?!! I had JUST WOKEN UP. I had to GET READY FOR WORK and eat!!
How the FUCK am I supposed to drive out to fucking West County, just so you fuckheads don't have to come home early????
I haven't seen my nephew in almost a month. I've been sick, and I work every. single. day. This does NOT make for time to drive two hours out of my way for a five minute visit.
This was the FIRST DAY I'd been able to get anywhere near enough sleep. I drove home from work last night, nearly falling asleep at the wheel several times.
I'm only up now to unwind and do the horrible thing known as laundry.
and where the HELL does she get off telling me I should have gone with them, when she knew DAMNED well how tired I was!
God. I just feel the need to rant and rage. This isn't funny. I don't have a life anymore.
Hey, wow. I have a job. Yeah.
And here I used to think I'd feel so great if I had one.
Bzzt. Try again.
Anyway, I've been exhausted.
Today, I wake up in time to find out my nephew is going to be coming over. Mom and Jenna went to pick him up.
So, I wait. Wandered online, did some updating on my website. Posted the earlier entry.
And wait. Finally wandered off, since I had to work in an hour.
And wait. Fell asleep on the couch, woke up with five minutes to get my shoes on and things together before going to work.
And wait. No, actually, I didn't. Instead, I went to work (Dad insisted on taking too long to finish mopping the kitchen, so I was 5 minutes late. FFt.)
Tonight, I get in the car. Jenna'd picked me up. She starts enthusing on how cute Elias (my nephew, who is 2 months old) is. I mention that I was kind of bothered they didn't bring him home so I could see him.
"Well, you should have come with us to pick him up!"
EXCUSE ME?!! I had JUST WOKEN UP. I had to GET READY FOR WORK and eat!!
How the FUCK am I supposed to drive out to fucking West County, just so you fuckheads don't have to come home early????
I haven't seen my nephew in almost a month. I've been sick, and I work every. single. day. This does NOT make for time to drive two hours out of my way for a five minute visit.
This was the FIRST DAY I'd been able to get anywhere near enough sleep. I drove home from work last night, nearly falling asleep at the wheel several times.
I'm only up now to unwind and do the horrible thing known as laundry.
and where the HELL does she get off telling me I should have gone with them, when she knew DAMNED well how tired I was!
God. I just feel the need to rant and rage. This isn't funny. I don't have a life anymore.
Hey, wow. I have a job. Yeah.
And here I used to think I'd feel so great if I had one.
Bzzt. Try again.