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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, August 25, 2006
Friday At the Temp Job
So it's Friday. I'm at the temp job. Have another er... hour and 40 minutes left in my day. It's going by damned slowly. I was significantly groggy when I got up this morning and my stomach wasn't exactly thrilled with me either. I ended up getting in a little late because of it. And even though I took my lunch late, the afternoon is dragging. This uncomfortable chair (made, I believe of rocks) and the awkward set-up is really killing my neck and shoulder. There's just no place for my arms to rest and so it's making my whole arm hang oddly. So far, the advil isn't helping. It's been really overcast and almost-rainy the last couple days and my fingers have been acting up. (My left hand has what I have to assume is a form of mild arthritis because under certain conditions especially rainy days, the joints in my hand ache horribly.) Overall, I guess the deary skies outside are kind of reflecting my rather blah and overall achey mood. It's been a bad fatigue week and it's been especially hard to get up, out of bed and get through the hours here. I'm angry at myself this week too for it. I know it's not something I can control and I know I shouldn't beat myself up over things like my health which I can't control, but dammit, it just frustrates me to no end how limited I am. And how I always fail. I mean, Wednesday and Thursday I got in for just the afternoon (4.5 hours) and missed the mornings. Today, I'll put in around 6.25 hours out of eight. That's just pathetic. I mean, how hard is it truly to sit at a desk for eight hours and basically do nothing? Apparently hard enough that I still struggle to accomplish it. Even sleeping in Wednesday and Thursday and only pulling half-days, I still came home both days and feel asleep uncontrollably on the couch. I went home on lunch today and nodded off for about 15 minutes without meaning to. It's just awful. And more then a little unnatural. A. called just a little while ago. She won't be back until Tuesday at th earliest, so I'll be back in here for another day on Monday. Hopefully. Jeez. Pending of course, if I can get out of bed to get in here that is. *sighs* It's even worse when I really need the money but I'm too sick, or ill to get in. It's just a double slap in the face then to throw away potential cash, you know? These opprotunities don't come by very often. The next time they need me is the week of Thanksgiving for example. The pc also continues to be a source of frustration. Two nights in a row, Love has tried to format the new(er) 80gig drive for me so I can get re-set up, but it keeps bombing out on the format. My friend Rand thought it might be a partition issue but I don't know, I just know I'm beyond ready to have my computer back. I spent some time logging in to a couple of my domains accounts via webmail but it's only so useful and it does nothing for accessing all my actual data or working on things I need to work on elsewhere. Can't upload anything off my camera, or edit any of my sites or whatever. It's just irritating. One of the guys here apparently came in this morning and he hurried inside since it was drizzling. Well, when he left to head out to lunch a couple hours later he couldn't find his keys. Turns out, not only did he leave them in the car, but he left the car running! So now, K. is going to torment him with pictures of keys and gas gauges and such all over his desk. She's just chuckling away at how (a) silly that was to do and (b) how foolish it was to tell her about it. She's known for throwing some fun pranks. (Gotta love an HR manager who has a sense of humor in a company, hu?) Too amusing. *hums* Well, guess that's all the babbling I have for the moment. OH! I have a freebie for the first person who can use it. But you actually need to be able to use it, ok? I got a coupon in the mail for a free full-size bottle of a liquid makeup. The problem is that it's for women of color and I'm about as pale as they get. It's seriously for dark tones of skin. You can check out the colors here. (Click "products" on the bottom, then "face" and then the "liquid" bottle. So if you're pale like me, it won't do you any good. Can anyone out there use it? You can email me - memoryanddream@gmail.com - with your snail mail addy and I'll drop it in the mail for you. First come, first serve. I only have one. Ok, now we're done. Killed quite a bit of time on this, so I've got an hour left to go. Weee!
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
at 8/25/2006 04:23:00 PM ~
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