Can I just tell you all how so over my job I am right now?
I don’t even want to go into work anymore.
I have a treacherous co-worker, a boss with a too quick temper and a new office manager that needs to grow a pair.
I’m THISCLOSE to polishing up my resume, cleaning out my desk and calling it a day.
Showing posts with label my irritation knows no bounds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my irritation knows no bounds. Show all posts
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Annoyance
I'm on Facebook. Look me up.
But let me give you fair warning.
If you are going to use Facebook as a announcement of every little boring, inane thing you are doing, I might just unfriend you.
Seriously.
I really don't care that you just woke up. Or that you are going to bed. Or that you have a headache. Or that you are eating, sleeping or pooping. I JUST DON'T CARE!!!
Tell me something fun and exciting that you have done or are about to do.
But don't tell how much you despise the Republicans/Democrats. Or what stupid thing President Obama has done. Or how the world is going to hell in a handbasket.
I JUST DON'T CARE!!
Don't preach to me. I know Jesus loves me. He loves you too. And would love you even more if you didn't go on and on about the minutiae of your day.
You COULD join in my Friday Lunch Challenge. That is always fun. Share your lunch menu for the day. But I don't want to know your every bite.
But let me give you fair warning.
If you are going to use Facebook as a announcement of every little boring, inane thing you are doing, I might just unfriend you.
Seriously.
I really don't care that you just woke up. Or that you are going to bed. Or that you have a headache. Or that you are eating, sleeping or pooping. I JUST DON'T CARE!!!
Tell me something fun and exciting that you have done or are about to do.
But don't tell how much you despise the Republicans/Democrats. Or what stupid thing President Obama has done. Or how the world is going to hell in a handbasket.
I JUST DON'T CARE!!
Don't preach to me. I know Jesus loves me. He loves you too. And would love you even more if you didn't go on and on about the minutiae of your day.
You COULD join in my Friday Lunch Challenge. That is always fun. Share your lunch menu for the day. But I don't want to know your every bite.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Waiting it out
Over the weekend, Tom got out the cutting board and a knife to slice a tomato for his salad.
Days later the cutting board and knife are still on the counter.
I rinse out the dirty dishes that are in the sink and put them in the dishwasher.
I make iced tea when the empty pitcher mysteriously appears on the counter.
I close the bread box every time he leaves it open.
These things I do almost as rote, without thinking.
But I have to draw the line somewhere.
I refuse to put away the cutting board and knife. It won’t kill him to wipe off the board and put it back in the drawer, will it?!?!
It is taking every fiber of my being to resist the urge to put them away myself.
I must be strong.
This is naught but a game we married folks must play.
Days later the cutting board and knife are still on the counter.
I rinse out the dirty dishes that are in the sink and put them in the dishwasher.
I make iced tea when the empty pitcher mysteriously appears on the counter.
I close the bread box every time he leaves it open.
These things I do almost as rote, without thinking.
But I have to draw the line somewhere.
I refuse to put away the cutting board and knife. It won’t kill him to wipe off the board and put it back in the drawer, will it?!?!
It is taking every fiber of my being to resist the urge to put them away myself.
I must be strong.
This is naught but a game we married folks must play.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
you could be next on the list!!
My cat – bring into the house just one more chipmunk that is feigning death and then miraculously springing to life and running for his/her life under the bookcase where it will eventually take up permanent residence, meet another rogue chipmunk and raise a family of wee chipmunks and I will banish you forever. Oh and eating grass and then vomiting on the living floor is not helping your cause!!
My fellow co-worker – keep on bitching that it’s too cold in the office and keep messing with the thermostat and will break every one of your fingers
My boss – ask me to revise the report I did for you one more time and I will quit.
QUIT I tell you!!
The rash on my flabby white belly – please just GO AWAY. You are unsightly, you itch and you are spreading and you will force me to break out the Magical Mystical Gel.
The woodpecker in the tree right outside my bedroom window pecking away at 5am – STOP PECKING!! You are loud and the pecking echoes throughout the neighborhood.
My husband – In a week we will be in Florida on a family vacation. But you are annoying me so very much right now that I don’t know if I can bear to spend a whole week with you. So for now……JUST STOP!!
a final note:
as i was proofreading my entry, i realized that i spelled "rogue - "rouge". And i pictured a little chipmunk all rouged and lipsticked up. and momentarily lost my aggravation.
My fellow co-worker – keep on bitching that it’s too cold in the office and keep messing with the thermostat and will break every one of your fingers
My boss – ask me to revise the report I did for you one more time and I will quit.
QUIT I tell you!!
The rash on my flabby white belly – please just GO AWAY. You are unsightly, you itch and you are spreading and you will force me to break out the Magical Mystical Gel.
The woodpecker in the tree right outside my bedroom window pecking away at 5am – STOP PECKING!! You are loud and the pecking echoes throughout the neighborhood.
My husband – In a week we will be in Florida on a family vacation. But you are annoying me so very much right now that I don’t know if I can bear to spend a whole week with you. So for now……JUST STOP!!
a final note:
as i was proofreading my entry, i realized that i spelled "rogue - "rouge". And i pictured a little chipmunk all rouged and lipsticked up. and momentarily lost my aggravation.
Monday, March 12, 2007
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