Okay, I know I complain about my job a bit, but here’s the deal: it’s now causing me physical pain. As a result of not having a very good chair or desk, I have some pinched nerve stuff happening. My whole right arm is either in pain or is tingling or going numb. I’m having trouble feeling the tip of my pinkie. It sucks most because I am right handed. My arm feels like it’s dying.
See, this is the thing about my boss. He doesn’t realize that when you ask people to work overtime and to do too much, they’re more likely to hurt themselves. So now, there’s a real likelyhood of me being on worker’s comp. Who’s going to balance the petty cash then, hhmmm?
Oh, plus I got a really nice compliment yesterday from one of our partners, and when I brought it up to him, he said, “oh yeah, I saw that.” That’s it. No kudos. No cookie for a job well done.
I hate it here.
I don’t even care that it’s almost six on a Friday evening and I probably have another hour or two at work.
That’s how good that Madness show was on Wednesday. It was so good that even my shit job doesn’t seem so bad, and nothing can put me in a bad mood.
In fact, the only way I could be happier is if I got a good phone call tonight or tomorrow.
But seriously, that show went off. I can’t even begin to describe how good it was to you. I wouldn’t know where to start. All I know is, when they broke into “House of Fun,” I nearly peed myself. I was jumping around like an idiot in the pit in a way too nice dress for such behavior, and I nearly passed out, and I didn’t even care. Hot damn that was good times. Two feet away from Madness. And The Aggrolites opened. They were the poo, as usual.
If you don’t know who The Aggrolites are, you need to find out.
If you don’t know who Madness is, I’m ashamed to know you. Get yourself to the nearest record store (CD store, whatever we’re calling it now) and find out.
I’m set for life now.
Current mood: chipper
Playlist: Shame & Scandal
Release date: 23 August, 2005
Sometimes, being home all by myself isn’t so bad. Sometimes, I can’t stand it. I can’t really explain what the difference is, but there are times that I just can’t stand the quiet. And sometimes, I wish these dudes would just shut up. I think it has a lot to do with who’s around. I don’t mind Cliffy. Soula is all right. But the other one, he kind of bugs.
Kyler and Simon need to get on a bus together and head for the Ozarks.
Current mood: bitchy
They’re calling me “Plague-y” at work.
Isn’t that charming?
I’m not quite so satisfied with being right this time, though. I do have bronchitis.
At least I got the codeine syrup.
Current mood: sick
So, I finally bite the bullet, and call the doctor to get an appointment. I’m pretty sure I have bronchitis at this point. I am quite visibly and audibly very sick. They have an appointment at 4:15, which I take right away. So, then I go to tell my boss that I’m going to leave at 3:30. Mind you, I worked nine and a quarter hours yesterday, and over forty hours last week. He asks me to request the time off through the tracking system, so they can doc my pay for two hours. So I say that I’d like to do some work from home this evening to make up for the fact that I’m leaving a little early, and he says that he doesn’t think that I have enough work to do to be able to work for two hours from home. Right. If I don’t have enough work, then why am I working over forty hours every week?
Current mood: annoyed
It feels like there’s a hair in the back of my mouth. I can’t win. This week sucks so far, and it’s only Monday. Come on Thursday. Come on Pay Day!
Current mood: uncomfortable
And sleeping. Sleeping would be nice. Actually, anything rather than hacking up a lung would be just fine by me. I have bronchitis or something. Every time I try to take a deep breath, I feel something fluid-like gurgling in my chest. That’s not good, is it? All I know is, I better be well by the Madness show, or I’m going to be so sad. I’m already pretty sad. I’m at work. I truly am one of the laziest people on the planet. I loved being un-employed. That’s the worst part of this, that I have lost the ability to lay about the house, as every time I try to lay down, I start coughing. I was up past two in the morning, coughing and coughing and coughing. I’m sure my roommates and neighbours love me. I should go to the doctor. I don’t want to go, though, because they’re never really helpful, are they? It’s always drink more fluids, get plenty of rest, yakity smakity. Shoot me.
Current mood: sick
Playlist: Mafioso Ska
By Los Hooligans
Release date: 15 May, 1991