TGIF, My Arse.

[thessalian]

This is going to be one of those days, isn't it?

Last night wasn't particularly fun. We had pizza, which is nice except for where pizza always makes me feel rather ill, but I seem to be managing without too many problems at the moment, so what the hell. The building managers never got back to us, and we spent most of the evening boiling the kettle and nuking a big ceramic bowl full of water so that dodgyhoodoo could have a bath. I didn't bother. Yay for doing one's best with what one has, I suppose.

This morning, I was made a touch late for work because the builders working next door - the ones who have inconveniently blocked our access to our gas meter - buzzed for a chat about the fact that we were without heating and hot water all night. Now, I was fully aware of the fact that people have been working on our gas lines for the last little while, and thought that might have been the source of the problem from the beginning. Turns out that I was right, in a sense - yesterday the gas workers switched our gas off to do some work and forgot to switch it back on again. Of course, they had access at the time because the builders were working, which didn't help the gas man who came to have a look at things last night when the builders were done for the day and had locked the whole thing up. Of course, the gas man who came last night had no damn idea that this might have been an issue, and neither did the person that dodgyhoodoo spoke to on the phone last night. Fuckwits. Anyway, the builders switched things back on and, late or not, I left secure in the knowledge that I could at least have a shower when I got home.

Which is good because it's pissing it down with rain at the moment, and I am kind of drenched. More so than I should be, actually, because it turns out that the sole of my right shoe is pretty well destroyed. I didn't notice this until I had to go out to find a cashpoint (because of course every ATM in a four-block radius of the hospital was nonfunctional today; cue getting drenched and regularly smacked with other people's umbrellas) and came back with my right shoe not only sodden, but quite literally filled with water. So now my right shoe's on the space heater to dry out, my right foot is freezing cold and I'm generally Not Happy. Must go buy a new pair of shoes at some stage in the not-too-distant. Ducky.

Between the above and the patient who keeps ringing every. Single. Day and spends ten minutes by the clock giving me the rundown on things, not to mention a consultant who seems to think that talking at the speed of the average auctioneer is helpful in the ongoing struggle to balance speed with accuracy in audio typing, this is not being a good day. I just want to go home, have a shower, and sleep for a week. Is that too much to ask?

(Yes, I know it is. But I can dream.)

Comments

[notorious-oit.livejournal.com]

It's snowing here. It snowed and hailed yesterday.

WTF WEATHER?

[mer-moon.livejournal.com]

This is belated... But (hugs!)

[(Anonymous)]

If the job's so bad, then quit? Count yourself lucky you have one!