I kind of hate being out of the office.
You hate being in the office. You're not leaving yourself much room for non-hate.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I kind of hate being out of the office.
You hate being in the office. You're not leaving yourself much room for non-hate.
They get to have their boobs groped, thus proving to themselves that they are "good enough."
Heh. Yes, this. Which sums up a lot of what was wrong in my early adulthood, I fear.
You know, back when I was going to cons.
(It turns out, I have lingering Issues about this.)
You hate being in the office. You're not leaving yourself much room for non-hate.
I don't hate being in the office! Especially now that I don't have to deal with annoying ex-boss.
Not that I would mind being independently wealthy.
I don't hate being in the office!
Ya say that now...
I would mind being independently wealthy.
Amen.
Okay. To home. In the hurty shoes.
You know what I do hate? Having more to do than I have the resources for (time, staff, whatever). That's what I hate.
But seriously, I don't hate my job. There are moments, of course.
OK, that's it. Time to watch baseball.
I should've left the radio tuned to NPR instead of putting in a CD and checking DailyKos when I got home. It's so much more satisfying to pound a steering wheel than a cushion.
I'm still information-free regarding the primary, and with the magic of TiVo I should be able to keep it that way for a few more hours.
I'm going to watch baseball once it starts at 7:00, and tell DH on pain of death that he can't tell me results, or even say, "Huh. Interesting." while looking at the computer until at least 90% of the results are in.
When am I going to learn not to let myself care so much about these things?
I'm watching the intense race....Hell's Kitchen. Well, sort of watching. I'm also reading a Nat'l Geographic. I contain multitudes.
The writer of the LJ in question is a peripheral FOAF, so I read him for a while. But the occasional funny didn't balance out the fact that he made me very, very angry several times and I finally got fed up.
So it was amusing to read the posts here, follow the link and go, "Oh. Him. Well, sure."
The thing that made me stop reading wasn't as bad as what was linked but there was a similar strain of... I don't know... pseudo-hippie rationalizations for toolish behavior.