I hate everything today.
(1) New goddamn software that won't act right.
(2) Co-workers who treat me like tech support when *their* new software gives them menu boxes that don't look exactly like the old software, thus frightening them because they won't just poke around and click on shit. I AM NOT TECH SUPPORT AND I DO NOT GET PAID TO DO TECH SUPPORT. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE JUST AFRAID OF HOW THE NEW MENU OF QUARK 6.5 LOOKS COMPARED TO 4.1 -- GET OVER IT!
(3) Side effects from this fucking, fucking antibiotic. I am SO e-mailing regular!doctor and telling him how pissed I am. In addition to the jaw pain, all my joints hurt, and my hands are swollen. These are, apparently, also common side effects to this fucking panzer antibiotic.
(4) I have to edit a letter where one of our authors defends a previous article they wrote about how unsafe mifepristone (one of the components of the morning-after pill) is, even though the article was based on incomplete data which the author selectively reported in order to bolster her specious claim. Fucking anti-choice cunt.
(5) Chatty!co-worker, as always, will not SHUT THE FUCK UP, even though he's already noticed and commented upon the fact that I seem rather agitated today.
I need to smite in a big big BIG way.
shit, Tep, that's a smite-tastic day. At least it's Friday? Definitely smite the dumb temp doctor.
Aw, Teppy. Smite away. I read down your list thinking with each one,
"That one! That's the one who needs smiting the worst! No, this one! No, this is the shittiest one! ... Oh, fuck it, smite them all!"
Looking over your shoulder from one corner of the continent, I really really really hate #4, but #s 3 and 5 are probably much more immediately smiteable. I dearly hope regular!doctor gives suck!doctor a righteous bitchslapping, and that Chatty takes a clue and shuts up before he loses a limb.
ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE JUST AFRAID OF HOW THE NEW MENU OF QUARK 6.5 LOOKS COMPARED TO 4.1 -- GET OVER IT!
Oh fer cryin' out loud, people. It's just a fucking computer graphic. It's not going to bite you.
even though the article was based on incomplete data which the author selectively reported in order to bolster her specious claim.
I hate (almost) everybody.
Remember that good-mood, feel good thing I had going for a couple of days there? It has packed its bags and left the country. AND it took my motivatio with it.
I'm glad the office is quiet today cause along with the lack of motivation, I'm in bitch-from-hell mode. I want to rant about every little thing. Gosh, maybe I'm PMSing. Bleh, whatever.
whine du jour:
I forgot to bring spoons from home, therefore I am eating yogurt and soup with forks. (thankfully they are both relatively thick.)
I'm just depressed. Bleagh. I get to hang with some cool people this weekend, but Sunday is the Oscars, and for the first time in 6 years, I won't be going to the huge fancy fun dress-up party and potluck that I always go to. Instead, Z will be taking the bint to the party, and I probably won't watch them at all. It's a small thing, but depressing.
