I rock like a rocking thing. Thus, a poll!

So, things are temporarily going well. Also, a comment by owldaughter reminded me in a roundabout way that I have this extra LJ floating around under the name of rocking_thing. Some of you may recognize it as my superhero name (mousme is my mild-mannered alter-ego).

I already use secret_history for my creative writing stuff, so that leaves poor rocking_thing entirely unused. I have exactly one entry in there.

This ought to be remedied. However, I'm not sure what to put in it. Barring a flash of inspiration, I've decided to take advantage of the poll feature of my one paid account, and ask all you fine and creative folk out there what you would put in a LJ like that, supposing you had one.

Without further ado:

[Poll #609448]

Another letter

Dear TMIM,

Again, I don't care. I don't want you to talk to me, especially today because L is gone and I have a lot more work as a consequence.

I might be slightly more inclined to talk to you if all your conversation topics didn't revolve entirely around you. You take the concept of "self-centered" to a whole new plane of meaning. No matter what people are discussing, you find a way to twist it around to be all. about. you. Then you segue into whatever happens to be the foremost problem in your mind at that point.

In short, I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to hear about how hard you're workiing, nor about how many hours you spent in the office yesterday. Here's a hint: if you stopped yapping to everyone about how hard you're working, you'd probably have more time to do your work, and thus have to put in less overtime. I'm not kidding. I bet you anything you'd save about two hours by shutting up about yourself.

No love and much frustration,

Me



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:::ETA:::

She just stepped into the hallway in middle of all the offices, spread her arms and shouted: "I'm not going to retire today!" And then proceeded to explain to anyone who'd listen that she was eligible for retirement, and blah blah blah yappy yap yap yap.

My head has now connected solidly with my desk.

I. don't. care.


I need a different job.

I give up

The woman who takes care of my account at the temp place called yesterday. She was all apologies because I hadn't been paid last week, but said that I would receive two paychecks today (instead of tomorrow, because the banks are closed).

Guess what?

That's right. I went to the bank machine today, and there was no money.

This means I have 0.80$ to my name until... wait for it... NEXT FRIDAY! WHEE! Yes, 0.80 cents, because I foolishly spent what was in my wallet yesterday (all ten dollars of it), trusting that my employers would pay me.

So, no lunch for Phnee today. I don't even have enough money to buy a goddamn chocolate bar.

I have almost no gas left in the car. I have a little bit of food in the fridge, certainly enough to last me a week. I means I won't be able to use the car to go anywhere, including to my various committments this weekend and next week. I can manage most of them without the car, luckily.

It also means I can't bring Pan-Pan to the vet. He hasn't been doing too badly over the course of the week, but I was seriously considering taking him to the vet anyway just to get him checked out. Now I can't. The vet is a minimum of $45 just for the examination. It usually ends up costing me about $60 per visit.

In conclusion: fuck.


P.S. If you're curious about that paycheck that they owed me back from August, no, it's still not been paid to me. So now they owe me nearly 1,000 if you include this week's pay. The fun never stops.

*dies*

So, I was in a really pissy mood, a veritable "fuck-you-world-I-hope-you-die" mood as a matter of fact.

And then jdhobbes posted a link to this: Dialectize link.

I think my brain just exploded.

I haven't stopped laughing for about five minutes.

Feel free to fuck right off...

Despite the humorous links, my mood remains at best poor. It doesn't help that it's 4:20 and three separate managers have come to me with "rush" jobs that I now have to finish in the next half hour.

I shall therefore end this entry and run around like a headless chicken. Goodnight.