All right, I am officially wearing my crankypants. I'm at the point where all the little things are getting to me. And I nearly took a cow-irker's head off - he came in, started in the middle of a conversation, and then started going through the papers on my desk without asking me about them. Turned out he thought the papers on my desk were some papers he'd left somewhere else. Admittedly, he isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer - heck, he isn't the sharpest spoon in the drawer - but you'd think anyone would (a) start at the beginning of the conversation (b) ask before rummaging through someone else's desk and/or (c) when I asked what he wanted just come out and tell me, instead of continuing with the conversation he was in the middle of. grr
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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Toddson, being angry about that shit isn't a symptom of having crankypants. Even saying what you think about it to the jerkwad who did it isn't wearing crankypants. It might be the cause of wearing them, but day-um that's crossing some boundaries on his part, not yours.
I really hate doctors. Probably too much time spent with them as a kid, just having all of these appointments even if they're not technically bad appointments, is extremely stressful for me.
Ah, I get it. I wish you strength, then, and that it be as comfortable as possible for you.
Man, today is only marginally less bad than yesterday, and that's *only* because, today, I haven't been diagnosed with an STI. Yet. (I am still waiting on lab results from the various stuff I gave them.) (Well, in theory they're only testing for a UTI, but the way the week is shaping up, I'll probably end up diagnosed with Flaming Prostate or something.)
Seriously. There are 3 people in my department of 5 who are out today; 2 of them are out all week. So I'm doing their jobs as well as my own. And then incompetent!boss asked me seriously if we would be able to meet a deadline for a schedule that he created on the assumption that everyone would be here all week. I laughed at him.
Ok I joined words with friends! I'm mearagirl--who wants to play? Im bored at jury duty.
Jury duty is an exercise in boredom (and I hate exercise).
Last time I was on jury duty I ende up on a two week trial and re-read the whole Diana Gabaldon series, that's how much free time I ended up with.
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sj, good luck I hope you feel like you can take some control after all these appointments. and a good nutritionist will help you shift your eating and help you make the choices you can work/live with
Sumi, it's a faux scrabble for iPhone? And presumably other platforms.