WTF?!

I actually was planning on updating everyone about my weekend, but it seems that my journal's cluster (Chef) went down, or some such business. *sigh* I gave up around 8pm.

In other news, I've plotted Aric's level progression all the way to 20th level. I just have to talk to my DM about some feats and prestige classes first. We shall see.

Now, I'm working 6a-3p today, and I'm already sick of the day. It's just been shitty.

Sod off...

Before I get started properly, I just wanted to take this opportunity to say:

"Fuck the Tennessee Lottery. Fuck it up its stupid ass."*

Anyway, Sunday was pretty fun. Work was pretty easy. I didn't even have to check. I picked up Alex and Scott for the game, and that was interesting. We snagged a six-pack of Michelob Ultra**, and I shared it with Scott and Brad. The game was a lot of fun, even if Jason and I couldn't be civil to one another. I wondered what got into him, but figured it was because I'd had a beer or two. *shrug*

The next day, I slept late, and did little of nothing. I didn't want to do anything, though I should have. I have just around 11 days to get my car through inspection so that I can get my 2004 car tags. Viva la procrastination! (Or something.) That brings us to Tuesday, and the reason for my comment above...

Let's see. Today was one of those days where you wish you hadn't waken up. I realized this about an hour after getting up. First, I decided to make eggs for breakfast. I put them into the skillet before the butter, so they stuck to the bottom of the pan. Then, I managed to not clean the pan right, so the next ones stuck too. I kept getting mustard on my hand (I was making sandwiches for lunch), and it was driving me insane.*** I got so angry that I lost it. I chucked my lunchbox across the kitchen, seriously damaging one of my sandwiches. *sigh* I ate, but I was borderline pissed off.

I posted, and got ready to leave. Or, at least I tried. The front door wouldn't open. You see, my mom put some weather stripping around the doorframe, so that it makes a better seal when you close it. This has the unintended side effect of making the door harder to open than Fort Knox during lockdown. Normally, I just open it and go. Today, I couldn't get it to open to save my life. I lost it again. I slammed my fist into the latch (it's a screen door, like those with the glass inserts), and it opened, but not without giving me a nasty bruise on my hand.

Strangely, I ran into no problems with traffic on the way to work. At work, my mood improved somewhat, but I could tell that my fuse was still hair-thin. Then, I had to open Guest Care at 8am, and "begin selling lottery tickets". I use quotes there before our printer wasn't working right, which kept the machine from activating our tickets, so we had none to sell. At one point, right after I began trying to figure out what was wrong, a woman came up and asked for some tickets. When the manager and I explained why we couldn't, she asked for a lottery ticket as a way of compensating her!****

I spent most of the morning working on it. I finally learned, after calling tech support (which alternately gave me busy signals or static) that our Co-Manager did the same thing the day before. In other words, I wasted my whole morning. Sheesh.

After lunch was better. My mood was better, and I didn't run into anyone stupid, nor did I have anything really stressful happen. I did get a little perturbed about Faye counting down her pan, since it interrupted me getting ready to go, but that's nothing major. I left at 320, which meant overtime. (Which I didn't want.)

I decided that I would come straight home, in case my dad needed me to take him somewhere in the quest to get his car fixed. Nope. Aron couldn't get some lines off the fuel pump. Apparently, they were stuck on there with the cold. I came inside, and looked at Aric again. I'm only going to say that I DEFINITELY am going to have to talk to my DM about the classes and such.

Now, I'm exhausted, and still more than a little cranky. I probably have to worry about those fucking tickets tomorrow, too. G'night all.

P.S. Does anyone know what day it is that has been set aside for people to remove folks from their friends lists without apologizing or whatnot?

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* - Apologies to Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back for the semi-quote, but it was needed.
** - It's my beer of choice, since a Hooters waitress suggested it, and I realized it really was good.
*** - No, really.
**** - Fuck her. Fuck her up her stupid ass. Dumb bitch.

And because I'm a useless git..

Happy belated birthday to whome_cx, whose birthday was this past weekend.

Happy belated, belated birthday to fallenfromgrace, whose birthday was four days after mine (last week).

For good measure: Happy belated, belated, belated birthday to slipjig, who shares 7 January with me for a birthday. :)

Finally, Happy birthday to rawee1. Today's her birthday.

Wow, we Capricorns rock da house! *wink*