Can I have a do-over on this week?

It's not been a bad week, but it's been a week of dragging myself around and getting next to nothing done. Thank goodness I cooked over the weekend, or I'd be a complete mess right now. The only really productive thing I've done all week apart from work is get to my ASL class and get my credit reports sent to me.

I still have a sink full of dishes to wash, books to get, a trip to the vet for more flea treatment, and any number of other useful things that I never got around to doing this week. Meh. Oh, and laundry. I have laundry to do, and I should make an appointment with the hairdresser before I start looking even more like a bedraggled hedgehog.

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Okay. Appointment taken. One more thing down.


I'm going to be doing a major clean-up in here on Saturday, I think. It's about time I started tackling some of the Giant Piles of Doom that have been accumulating. Papers, books, what have you. I also need to re-organize my Tupperware shelf, because it all came apart on me the other day, and now it looks like a Tupperware Monster vomited all over my dining room table. Charming.

Anyway, I should make a list for this week.

In other disappointing news, the other two DVDs of BSG Season 4.0 are gone from the FLVS until Friday. Boo.

In which she makes herself unpopular

Have I mentioned that I loathe Twitter?

It's almost as bad as the "status" thing on Facebook, except that it might possibly be worse, as you're supposed to update it all the &$#% time!

I cannot imagine anything more hateful to me, than to constantly have to tell people whatever random thing I'm doing precisely at this moment.

Maybe I'm just grumpy.

I'd rather get one thoughtful post every few days from a friend, rather than have a bunch of unrelated sentences and fragments dumped on me at the end of the day.

Suggestions?

I need a sport that involves hitting something repeatedly with a stick. Hard.

Or at least that involves throwing something hard at something else.

It's either that, or I use one of the supervisors here as a pinata. The man has made me murderously angry over something that should have been of no consequence.

Okay, NOW I feel ill-used

There are three people here tonight.

The other two have BOTH been on private calls for the past *checks watch* 45 minutes. One is talking to her daughter in New Zealand. Fine. It's not so busy that we all have to be working our asses off. I'm dealing just fine.

But I ran into a snag with a call, and when I asked for help the woman heaved a sigh of exasperation and ROLLED HER EYES at me.

Come on! We're here to work! Forgive me if I dared to interrupt your personal call with an operational concern.

Christ.

Right now they can both bite me. I'm picking up ALL their slack, and not only am I not getting thanked, I'm getting eyerolls.