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thessalianI swear that man is trying to sabotage my job to justify sacking me when the computer version arrives. Insofar as giving me the information I need to actually do my job, Ham-Fisted Editor is terribly remiss, and then insists that he did tell me all this stuff. When? It's not written anywhere, and while it's possible that he was muttering this stuff into the card file while I was actually trying to do something else, I'm getting very good at catching that stuff. Still, it's his word against mine so when he says, "I thought I accepted those Letters to the Editor", the undertones are less "but I must not have done" to "so you're not doing your job". Son of a fucking bitch, now I have to go job-hunting again. Even if by some miracle they don't make me redundant, there's still the little of matter of being unable to work under these conditions.
Not that the conditions would exactly be optimal anyway at this point. It's too fucking hot, I can't eat for the nausea and the fucking gut cramps that plague![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dodgyhoodoo so much (and this is when I'm eating healthier; maybe I should go back to junk food), I've got a constant headache and am in a particularly bad mood all 'round. This on top of the recent ostracism-by-stupidity in Chicago, the absolute fucking nightmare I've had with the FFXI install, set-up and learning curve, the similar nightmare I had setting up the PSP for video storage, the troll that until recently has been plaguing the CbN OOC chat and the job bollocks (and that's on top of the standard hell of public transport during a heat wave, working in an office without AC during said heat wave and a general level of misanthropy) isn't exactly helping.
So I'm tired, my head hurts, my entire digestive system is rebelling, I'm looking set to have to go job-hunting again, and all I want to do is either sleep for ages or distract myself by terrorising tiny mandragora and savanna rarabs (my death gnome is now level 3 going on 4 and can actually kick the living shit out of those horrible rabbits). So in conclusion, my life is really looking sucky at the minute and if it doesn't get better soon, I swear I'm going to start beating random passers-by with a plush lobster.
Not that the conditions would exactly be optimal anyway at this point. It's too fucking hot, I can't eat for the nausea and the fucking gut cramps that plague
dodgyhoodoo so much (and this is when I'm eating healthier; maybe I should go back to junk food), I've got a constant headache and am in a particularly bad mood all 'round. This on top of the recent ostracism-by-stupidity in Chicago, the absolute fucking nightmare I've had with the FFXI install, set-up and learning curve, the similar nightmare I had setting up the PSP for video storage, the troll that until recently has been plaguing the CbN OOC chat and the job bollocks (and that's on top of the standard hell of public transport during a heat wave, working in an office without AC during said heat wave and a general level of misanthropy) isn't exactly helping.So I'm tired, my head hurts, my entire digestive system is rebelling, I'm looking set to have to go job-hunting again, and all I want to do is either sleep for ages or distract myself by terrorising tiny mandragora and savanna rarabs (my death gnome is now level 3 going on 4 and can actually kick the living shit out of those horrible rabbits). So in conclusion, my life is really looking sucky at the minute and if it doesn't get better soon, I swear I'm going to start beating random passers-by with a plush lobster.