The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Nope, shorts and tank tops are not office-appropriate


I'll be honest, it's been a really long time since I've had to dress up for work, so I'm kinda looking forward to it. Skirts will have to be at least knee length, though, since I'll have to take the dogs outside several times a day, and I'd prefer not to give passing motorists/mechanic neighbors a Marilyn Monroe moment.
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In other news, Lordeden 's mom found me on facebook. Fuuuuuuuuuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

 

Office temp's down to 81˚—much more manageable. I guess now I can complain because I don't get to disrobe?
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Honestly, I wish I could just wear scrubs to work.

 

That's not true unless your boss is gay.

 

Random thought: I also need to invest in some skirts that are suitable for bike commuting.

 

Annette Funicello died. Complications from MS.

 

That's sad to hear. Truth be told, I thought she and Margaret Thatcher had died years ago.

 

Self-pity bitching: just now I was contemplating untagging myself from the photos on Facebook of myself and my ex.

I decided not to—for now—but I'm still feeling irritated and sad.

Fucking bitch.

 

When she lost the ability to speak (been there) she stayed out of the limelight. Then she went into an "MS Coma."

 

I like to look somewhat professional. Dressing like a teeny bopper doesn't quite give off that vibe.

I have a friend that swears by skorts. Or whatever the workout skirts/pants combo things are called. Skants?

 

Skants made me smile. Thanks—I needed that!

 

I have a strict No Family rule on my Facebook page. Separation of Family and State. They bitch and complain, but my life is my life. I don't need a phone call every time I post up about stress.

Afroman made me sooooo much less bitchy, just laughing. Then Dr. Dre came on... and I got all jacked up and vacuumed the house. Fuck yes.
Oh wait.... uh, stupid guidance counselors at elementary schools piss me off to no end! I'm fucking smarter than you, dawg.

 

I totally forgot about a lunch meeting I wanted to go to because I could have SWORN it was on Tuesday. Outlook reminded me though. I still can't go because I have to be a fucking secretary and cover the goddamned front desk when we don't have someone....I can't leave.

I FUCKING HATE MY JOB!!!! I am missing SO many opportunities.

 

This one's for you, ZS: Annette Funicello rides a bike.

xoxox

 

I used to, but they were all insistent now that I live in another state. I made a "family filter" for things I don't really want them to see, but sometimes I forget to use it (funny story: my mom's cousin said she wanted to go see Rocky Horror with me after I posted about a local theatre doing it once a month. "I don't know what that is, but I'd love to go with you!" Uhhhh....no. No, no, no.) I've been lucky, until today, with Eden's family.

I'm totally going to deal with it like an ADULT, and ignore the request until she brings it up.

 

Oh, my mother yells at me all the time about it. And I still have a number of family members that send me requests over and over again. I ignore them. Period.
Ain't nobody got time for that!

 

Thank you, Sweet Brown.

 

Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside, 'round the outside, 'round the outside....

 

How did you not pick up on this awesome remix?

 

Benjen just stole my last peanut butter cracker. Bitch.

 

I was looking for the original. I am a purist.