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There are people on the net that have nothing better to do with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Friday, May 12, 2006
Bad Week
It's to the point where I don't even want to recap it all. I didn't have time to do so today and now the spur to write is pretty nil. But I thought I'd briefly run through the fringe just to catch up. Yesterday (Thursday), I woke up feeling weird. I hadn't slept well the night before and my friend Rand came at 8:25am like always so I could follow him into work so I could have the car for my 10am start time. By the time I got home, I was really badly groggy/dizzy/woozy, so I laid down for a half an hour just to try to get over it. I woke up, and became violently ill. Was sick in the restroom for about an hour and a half. Obviously, I ended up missing work. I spent the entire day being horrifically, do-I-need-to-go-to-the-er? sick. Not only that, but I had a horrible case of vertigo. I couldn't see straight, I couldn't walk straight. It was hell. At 5:30pm, I had to drive back over to work to pick up Rand since I still had his car. I swear, I'm not sure how I did it. By the time I was walking back up the stairs to my apartment, I actually started crying because I was just so sick. On top of it, Love went into work like normal only to find out when he got there that they were going to work on the move that night and he was going to be working until about 8am. So I was by myself all day, sicker then I care to discuss and on top if it, I had to be all on my own. Poor Love didn't even get home until about 12:40am! He started work at 8am that morning. By the time he came in, took a shower, I made him some food and we relaxed for a couple minutes, it was 2am before we got to bed. So this morning, my day started at 8:15am as normal. Needless to say, I was tired. Sick all day yesterday and minimal sleep on top of it. I wasn't feeling well when I was getting ready but I knew I had to push in because the temp had been in there yesterday and was in again today and K. needed help teaching her the phones. (And it's pretty much my last chance to make a couple bucks which I didn't want to miss since I already missing too many this week.) I spent the day chit-chatting with the temp and showing her the phones and talking about the office, the people, explaining stuff, etc. Eh. Was ok I guess but still akward. Especially since I don't actually want to leave. I just can't do 40 hours. I'm back in on Monday which is almost assuredly my last day. K. wants the temp to have a full day doing the phones herself and since Fridays are pretty slow, we didn't have a lot of calls for her to do today. It's not hard, but you have to get used to it and get to know the names and stuff. On a non work or health related subject, I think my iPod is dying. Well, the battery anyway. Couple days ago, I went to turn it on - I plug it into my laptop at work and listen to it through the built-in speakers - and I get this funky battery graphic. I figure, Oh, I must have forgotten to charge it up and stream a radio station for music instead. Well, I go to plug it in today and same thing! When I came home, I charged it up and it said charged and it came on but I think it's losing it's charge overnight. So I'll test tomorrow to see if it works because it's fully charged now so it still should be when I get up. I'm going to be really pissed if the battery is dead since (a) it's not like it died slowly so I had warning it was going (b) I don't use mine anywhere near as much as Love's and his is fine and (c) replacing the battery is an expensive and complicated bit of electronic surgery. It can be done but it's technically not supposed to be. Bah. I'm going to be very sad if it dies. I'll never in a million years be able to buy a replacement. The only reason I have one is because I got it free through the freeipods.com site. I don't know that I can get five people to do offers a SECOND time for me to get a replacement one if mine is dead.  Tomorrow is Saturday and Love needs to work AGAIN. For who knows how many hours. *sighs* Sunday I'm not sure yet, Monday I'm at my job for the last time and Tuesday is my birthday. What a bummer of a week and an even less thrilling weekend, eh? Oh, one bright note. Amidst the violent illness yesterday, UPS knocked on my door. An unknown someone got me Bust-A-Move DS for my birthday. The invoice didn't have a reply name on it but it came off my amazon wishlist. I'd thank you by name but I don't know who it was, so an anon thanks I hope will do. I played it yesterday evening while I was home waiting for Love's never-ending day to end and it was a lot of fun. Going on midnight. Tired. Love and I are pretty much ready to call it a night, so I'll wrap up here.
~ sweet smelling daffodils :: miss m ::
at 5/12/2006 11:42:00 PM ~
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