LiveJournal apparently hates me

Yeah, so I can't read my friends entries or even my own entries. Piss.

Here I am, back at work. I start in exactly five minutes, and right now if someone offered me the choice between driving a white-hot needle in my eye or taking calls all day, let me tell you I'd be hard put to make a decision. :P

*sigh*

I noticed yesterday that I was starting to get back into my old "depressive thinking" patterns, and I really wanted to believe that it was a fluke, but today confirmed it. So, consider yourselves warned: we're going downhill from here for a while.

More later, I guess. I'm tired, and the calls will start in about two minutes.

A whine of interest to no one but me...

I'm not sure if this day could suck more, on a general level of sucking.

Sure, there could be far worse things happening, but my day is sucking anyway.

Huh... friends list stuff

I noticed I got unfriended by two people whose journals I simply hadn't unfriended out of politeness.

Another person unfriended me, but that's because they deleted their journal entirely.

Well, it means that much less clutter on my friends list.

I guess they're just not as worried about people's feelings as I am. If I cared about those two, I might be hurt, but I actually skipped most of their posts as I found them kind of annoying.

Stupid LJ politics.

I don't feel like working. I may go postal and shoot the next client who calls. I do know where they live, after all.

The next statutory holiday is in four weeks. Maybe I'll survive.

Lovely...

So, my day is getting more, um, interesting, I guess, if not actually better.

The Americans are founding death camps because, hey, trials by jury are so inefficient: after all, they might get the terrorists acquitted.

Barf.

I still have five hours left in my day and am seriously contemplating doing something drastic so they send me home. Maybe throwing my computer at someone's head would do it... Because, you know, puking repeatedly into your wastebasket isn't enough to have them send you home. "Well, you're already here, you may as well stay. Have some gingerale, you'll feel better." :P It's only when you vomit blood that they actually consider letting you go to the hospital. Okay, I'm being unfair: they were actually worried when I threw up blood, and they were nice about it.

However, unless your illness appears to be life-threatening, they want you to work.

Actually, given this policy, I'm surprised no cases of S.A.R.S. have cropped up in the Toronto call centre yet. Then again, people are so terrified of it that they've quarantined a whole bunch of Bell employees who were thought to have possibly been in contact with people who might have been in contact with S.A.R.S. victims or who returned recently from trips to Asia.

That, coupled with West Nile and new and fun cases of Bovine Spongiform Encelopathy are quickly turning Canada into the newest "danger" resort location.

Come up to Canada! Guaranteed neurological and/or respiratory illness after only ten days!

At least we don't have death camps.

Bring out yer dead!

Okay, everyone, PLEASE resume breathing!

It appears that my last post has worried people.

PLEASE DON'T WORRY! I really DON'T consider most of you to be superfluous in my LJ, and I read all (or at least most) of your posts on a regular basis. :)

Really.

I don't comment very often, but it doesn't mean I'm not reading.

:)

Dum de dum de dum...

There is no worse feeling in the world than being bored and busy at the same time: it means your brain isn't being exercised properly, but that you still can't let it wander.

I bet Churchill would have come up with something caustic to say by now.

*siiigh*

The system keeps going on the fritz too, which means the calls start to back up, and then there's a new rush to contend with. If only people didn't all want the same thing, I think it might be more interesting.

*glares at telephone lines* Go away, damn you! Leave me alone!

I'd rather sit here and daydream...

Oh ye of little faith...

This isn't about being a Christian or not being a Christian. It's about apathy and ignorance. It's about not getting it.

This just about made me burst into tears at work­.

Okay, I'm tired now

I could use a break.

I'm not talking fifteen minutes for a cigarette, either. I'm talking a good two weeks to a month, maybe in a rubber room with a straightjacket.

Did I mention I was starting a depressive cycle? Yeah. Luckily there are only about fifteen minutes before the end of my shift, and I'm going home to clean the apartment and set up the futon for tomorrow, in case Abi and Bryan come.

This is the nasty part of depression: the greatest thing in the world can be happening, and you still feel like hiding under the bed and crying.

I want to go home.

Yet another example of what distorted thinking can do to you while you're depressed

( A classic example of distorted thinking, please don't read if you don't want to hear whining and self-pity )

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