>This is gonna be quick because I am 2 seconds away from lapsing into catatonic schizophrenia. (Long, exhausting day at work…day 4 in a 10-day stretch…sub-standard management, staff shortages…sanity hanging by a thread…). I was so bloody thrashed when I got home I had completely forgotten about my new toy:
It’s so choice. I recommend one if you have the means. With my new mouse I can pop open Safari, switch applications, open Spotlight, switch to the Dashboard, scroll, track the trajectory of the entire nation’s satellite system, trigger Expose of all windows, desktop…it’s fabulous.
(Okay, so maybe it can’t track the trajectory of the entire nation’s satellite system…they’re working on the upgrade.)
My old mouse sits in the corner, rather dejected-looking, seeking consolation. To lessen the trauma of the break-up, I’ve left it plugged in for weekend visits.
It is at this moment that I have decided that it would be best if I simply conceded defeat and slipped into bed. I have to be up at 4:30 in the bloody morning to open at 6. Damned Labor Day Weekend. Why is it we are the only ones who seem to be laboring? I am starting to hate people. With so much going on in the country they’re busy getting angry about the fact that their coffee has gone 2.3 seconds without a refill, when the level of fluid in the cup has only decreased by 4.6 millimeters. I should dump it in their damned laps. Bastards.
I feel I have vented enough rage into the vast technological chasm that is the blog-o-sphere for one day. With any luck it will dissipate before I pass my foul mood off to others. Otherwise they just might designate me the “curmudgeonly old wench who bitches about her damn job too much”.
I don’t think that would fit on my driver’s license.
Voulez-voulez-vous driver’s license.
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>Goddamn mother fucking sons o bitches having their fancy schmancy four course fucking country ass breakfast at the swankly little lodge on top of the godforsaken waterfall, and wtf happened to all the goddamned water? get your ass out there little missie and start dumping pitchers of water over the side….I wanna see some spray. Fuckers. Happy labor day you hard-laboring woman! I would say that we should come see you, but last thing you need is another table!Voulez voulez-vous hug?