Day 1: I have a headache already

I've been feeling under the weather since my parents' dinner party last night. Low-grade headache and vaguely queasy.

Given that I have a double-shift today and Friday, this doesn't bode well for the rest of the week.

Bleh.

My weekend, however, rocked my socks. :)

"I kill you no mercy!"

I hate people with an overdeveloped sense of entitlement.

Entitlement!Lad: "I wanna complain about Revenue Canada! They're all a bunch of criminals and they take bribes!"

So I explain about the internal revue process, but noooo, Mister Man thinks that it should be a *criminal* matter (never mind how the actual system works), and then gets pissed off and hangs up when I put him on hold to look up the information.

Entitlement!Lad: "I want you to explain to me *exactly* what *all* the federal statutes are that come under your jurisdiction!"

Me: "Fuck off and die, kthxbai!"

Sadly, that last bit was only in my head. Seriously, he thinks I have time to go through all the federal statutes that come under RCMP jurisdiction? WTF? He can go look it up his own damned self: that's what Google is for, pal. Jeez.

Anyway.

I'm randomly amused by the fact that I have an unlabelled bottle of little white pills marked "E" in my purse. It's Excedrine Migraine, but the label came off the bottle, so I can just imagine it looks a little fishy to the outside observer. :D

*whistles a little tune*

Well, half the day is gone. Only eight hours left. It's kind of quiet, which means I have no choice but to do this clerical stuff I don't really feel like doing.

Bah.

I kind of want it to be busy. Otherwise it's going to be a loooong evening shift. :P

If I am perfectly honest with myself, I would much rather be home right now, cooking or baking or putting together my bookcases. The only consolation is that all this overtime should pay for my move.