The Complaining and Bitching Thread

It's only Tuesday, and this week is already kicking my ass. Cue internal screaming.

 

Heh, is Eden dressing like Captain Morgan again? Post pictures.

 

That would actually be pretty awesome.

No, Eden is sick. I have eleventy billion tapes to transfer to DVD and everyone needs theirs BEFORE CHRISTMAS OMG. I was here until 11:30 last night, and will probably be staying that late for the rest of the week. The car is leaking oil, and I was planning on driving up to Ohio for the family get-togethers. The back window in my truck is stuck down. Leia's tie-out leash broke, and we're almost out of dog food. I've basically been living on junk food for the past three days, and I feel like shit because of it. I haven't done any holiday shopping yet, and I only just got stamps for the cards this morning. I've been trying to minimize contact with Eden so I don't get sick, but the weather changes are fucking with my sinuses, and I haven't been sleeping well, so I'll probably get what he has. And I need to find time to do laundry sometime in the near future, because I only have one pair of clean underwear left.



And now that I've typed all that out, I actually feel a bit better, and am ready to take a deep breath and get on with it.

 

After reading all that... I have no complaints at all.

 

I'm so bummed out I could scream and/or cry. Boo

 

Follow up. The nets worked.

For the sake of the thread: the net makes me feel claustrophobic.

 

I just read an article on Feminist programming, and now I have a headache...

 

You drank it anyway, right?

 

I ever tell you about how I used to choke down instant coffee powder while hiking?

...it's just a bad idea.​

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The nearest post office to me is located in some ridiculous suburban parking lot maze and thus takes like 10 minutes longer to get into than it should.

It feels like one of those stupid early '90s dungeon adventure games where the treasure is separated by several see-through walls. Oh, the torture.

 

Jesus, there are beards everywhere here. It's downright distracting.

 

Newcomers to Business have to realize that unilaterally forcing a backwards change in the conditions of a long, reliable relationship reflects very poorly on you and will cost you lots of otherwise-assured revenue.

Time to fall back on a different supplier.

 

I don't want to get out of bed.

 

Oh, how I detest Business Buzzword Newspeak.

"Hey, Smith... check it out: We sell plastic shitboxes for a living. You can dress it up and call them Life Support Systems or Personal Relief Cubicles or whatever the fuck you want, but don't let all your Big Bidness Man terminology fluff your ego."

Fuck a Sandwich Artist.​

 

The phone company is denying C's phone replacement claim from the foster dog chewing it, stating his claim is fraud. How is a dog chewing on your phone fraud???!!

 

They think the owner did it.

 

Having to go to work today is totally fucking with my sloth vibe.