I wish I weren't poor. There are things I want to do, and it bugs me that the main concerns the government has about me is my "getting too much". But then there are times when advertising totally fucks with my head and I'm embarrassed about the thrift-store shirt(when I usually don't care) or the fact that Mom buys from the day old bread store. I'm educated; I know there isn't a constitutional right to pay too much, and I know I have more than the girl who cut the shirt. But sometimes I have a voice in my head that's like "Bottom-feeding cripple! God, you're repulsive and a waste of a brain."

Yeah, at one point in my past job I was getting to stay at high end hotels (like The Breakers in Palm Beach) at least once a year on company expense, and it was really sweet, except of course that we were working 12+ hour days... but it was still extra-nice to have a luxurious room to fall over in.

Also at the Ritz Carlton I discovered that if I left my deodorant out on the vanity counter, the maid would put a nice hand towel under it after she cleaned. I think left out a deodorant and a hand cream container on the other side of the vanity, and then there were two hand towels the next day. I think I got it up to three hand towels before I had to leave....

It was kind of like having house elves for a little while, without having to watch them hit themselves in the head.

Also: I guarantee you complaining SV guy would actually be equally un-happy if he had $1M instead of $10M, or $15M or whatever. He's not going to be filling up that empty emotional hole with more money, no matter how many dollar bills are in it. Honestly he has a better chance to find happiness by working a 40-hour week and taking less money. So instead of calling him an asshole, I just sort of pity him.

Dear typing fingers: food guns =/ good funds.

Finally the doctor shows.

Turns out he is good friends with the instructor that assists me on Sunday mornings.

I am so fucking irritable right now, and being two degrees from my random doctor isn't helping.

Also, I want pizza, and I want to go home. Oh, and the pain thing.

Man, internet in hospital rooms is a terrible idea.

Why is it a terrible idea?

Why is it a terrible idea?

I would imagine ita meant it from the hospital's point of view. Internet in hospital = Instant Public Hospital Complaints (tm). Just add bandwidth!

Or at least for hotels with a good pool system, like Mandalay Bay. I'd rather stay at MB then at Winn or Bellagio.

Exactly this.

argh! typing and grammar error! I mean THAN not THEN. Brain goes faster than fingers. der.

So in addition to my easy stressfree life? Tomorrow the exterminators are coming to spray at our house. They've asked that we remove everything from kitchen cabinets (not a problem), but ALSO from closets. Seriously? i have a 4 month old baby? And you want me to move everything.

GR.

erikaj, tell that nasty voice to shut the hell up. You're pretty damn cool. You kick its whispery little ass.