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Things I Hate About Life
Feb. 21st, 2003 07:59 pmIt's been the week from hell.
Things that have given me gyp today:
The Tube: Fuck Red Ken (though I don't see why you'd want to...); the public transport system has gone to shit with the congestion charge. Only the end of the first week and already it's more crowded than usual. The only way this would work would be if public transport was already perfect. And with the Central and W&C lines down, and the Northern line often having signal failure, and people not being let on or off the Tube at Baker Street, and a recent Circle line hiccup...
My Job: I like my co-workers. They're my people. But I hate callers. I hurt. And I'm the only one who seems to care that there's a backlog. So I work like a house elf and the others do normal shit and I burn out and they don't.
The Cybercafe: EasyNothing seems to have an open-door policy for arseholes. There's Eurotrash playing hair metal. Loudly. There's Britrock competing with the hair metal from the corner. I got driven out of my first seat by some arse rubbing his foot up my leg. And one of these lunatics opened the emergency exit door for no good reason and now there's the fire alarm. I already had a migraine.
Ryu: Okay, that's not fair, and I'll hate myself for saying this when I get over being so miserable, but ... I tried to draw him out into conversation. Something I felt we both need. A simple comment about a book I'm reading sat there for a half-hour before it even merited a response -- and he wasn't idle or AFK. I feel stepped on enough without being treated like a nonentity by someone I consider family. I guess it doesn't mean I hate him per se, but fuck it hurts.
Being the Big Sister: To be fair, I don't really hate that either, but I hate having to do it all the time. Some guy I hardly know e-mailed me all in a panic, something about having heard through some PBS (POS, more like) interview in which the guest implied that the US government was behind the 9/11 tragedy. So he called me in as the voice of reason. Me? He's out of his fucking mind if he thinks I'm the voice of reason.
And right now I'd like to rip someone's head off. Preferably the Eurotrash across the room.
But I have to admit, Nakanaide helps. Heaps. Thanks, man.
Thess
Things that have given me gyp today:
The Tube: Fuck Red Ken (though I don't see why you'd want to...); the public transport system has gone to shit with the congestion charge. Only the end of the first week and already it's more crowded than usual. The only way this would work would be if public transport was already perfect. And with the Central and W&C lines down, and the Northern line often having signal failure, and people not being let on or off the Tube at Baker Street, and a recent Circle line hiccup...
My Job: I like my co-workers. They're my people. But I hate callers. I hurt. And I'm the only one who seems to care that there's a backlog. So I work like a house elf and the others do normal shit and I burn out and they don't.
The Cybercafe: EasyNothing seems to have an open-door policy for arseholes. There's Eurotrash playing hair metal. Loudly. There's Britrock competing with the hair metal from the corner. I got driven out of my first seat by some arse rubbing his foot up my leg. And one of these lunatics opened the emergency exit door for no good reason and now there's the fire alarm. I already had a migraine.
Ryu: Okay, that's not fair, and I'll hate myself for saying this when I get over being so miserable, but ... I tried to draw him out into conversation. Something I felt we both need. A simple comment about a book I'm reading sat there for a half-hour before it even merited a response -- and he wasn't idle or AFK. I feel stepped on enough without being treated like a nonentity by someone I consider family. I guess it doesn't mean I hate him per se, but fuck it hurts.
Being the Big Sister: To be fair, I don't really hate that either, but I hate having to do it all the time. Some guy I hardly know e-mailed me all in a panic, something about having heard through some PBS (POS, more like) interview in which the guest implied that the US government was behind the 9/11 tragedy. So he called me in as the voice of reason. Me? He's out of his fucking mind if he thinks I'm the voice of reason.
And right now I'd like to rip someone's head off. Preferably the Eurotrash across the room.
But I have to admit, Nakanaide helps. Heaps. Thanks, man.
Thess
