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15 June 2008

Cranky cranky cranky -- share your Sunday night crank [More:]
I'm cranky!!!

I was sposed to get my hair colored yesterday at 2:00 p.m. and I forgot to go. Whadda dork I am. A dork with farked up multi-colored hair.

My purse was stolen from my own damn house two weeks ago (by an acquaintance of a friend of my older foster kid, street name Smokey). I've been trying to replace all of my cards and whatnot. I ordered a replacement debit card from Wells Fargo two weeks ago and they screwed it up and didn't put in the request. I kept calling and they kept saying 7 to 10 business days and then they finally figured out that it wasn't in the system so we had to start all over. So now I'm still waiting.

Someone left a bitchy note on my car windshield stating that I had taken more than my fair share of parking on the street. I guess it looked as though I was parking in the middle of two spaces. But when I parked, I was right next to a car that later moved -- Grrr! Just when I'm in a really bad crappy mood, someone leaves me a bitchy and unfair note.

Cindy Sheehan keeps emailing me and it is irritating. Stop emailing me Cindy Sheehan.

How 'bout you? Share your crank.
Well, it doesn't compare to yours (esp. the purse-stealing... I lost my wallet ONCE in my life and it was a nightmare), but:

After saying I was only going to work on Saturday this weekend, I ended up working today, too. 8-hour days both days, meaning next weekend I'll be approaching 3 weeks without a day off, and man am I cranky about it since it's all due to poor planning on other people's part. ARGH.
posted by BoringPostcards 15 June | 20:43
Some fat asshole honked at me while biking down Santa Monica a few minutes ago and made a "get off the road" gesture. Like most Angelenos, this self-absorbed, self-serving gentleman hasn't heard that bikes are legitimate vehicles with legally granted road access. Unlike him, however, I pay $0.00/gallon to power my vehicle, so he can race me to the poorhouse.

I could generate several gigawatts of crank about biking in L.A., mostly having to do with nearly being killed and/or my frankly terrifying sweat output, but that's as good a start as any.

Most of my other complaints I can invalidate in my own head before I even express them, so I'll just sit down again...
posted by mykescipark 15 June | 20:44
I HATE THE FUCKING FOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, it's turning me psychotic.
posted by occhiblu 15 June | 20:50
This can't compare to losing the purse, and I didn't have to work today. I will take the opportunity to say this: CA Antivirus software sucks. I downloaded a new version, it slowed my computer to a crawl. It alerted me to a virus that the general consensus on the net seemed to be was a false alarm. Everyone seemed to say if you don't unquarantine the file your computer won't boot properly. I got some very frightening error messages. Managed to uninstall it, but my computer won't uninstall the CA Firewall. That conflicted with Zone Alarm so I wasn't able to use that. I'm now using Avast! antivirus and Windows firewall. Just a pain in the ass, wasted a lot of time this weekend with this crap.

I guess I'll be grateful I have a computer and a weekend.
posted by Marxchivist 15 June | 21:00
Just mundane problems here. I can't go to sleep now, because 1) the servers are going through a maintenance window and I need to take the call if it comes, and 2) it's damn near 10:00 and Older Boy is not cooperating with going to sleep. I've been up since 4:12 this morning, and mama. is. cranky.

AND it's been 98+ degrees outside for two weeks and the air conditioner is losing power. Arghe!
posted by lysdexic 15 June | 22:00
I feel like I've been rolled over by a fleet of garbage trucks... Food poisoning yesterday, aaiiiii! The worst of the symptoms have mostly abated, but every muscle in my body is aching and I feel weak and altogether unhinged.
posted by taz 15 June | 23:19
Oh, man, I have nothing on y'all.

BoringPostcards, so sorry about having to work 3 weeks straight without a day off! The very thought makes me want to curl up under blankets and never come out until I'm damn well ready to. What's up with you and your employer? Not to pass judgment, but the relationship doesn't sound like a healthy one (for you, at least).

And, taz, food poisoning? OMG, I've had it two or three times, and each time I just wanted to lose consciousness until it was over. Drink lots and lots of liquids (if you can hold them down).

As for me, I'm just not wanting to go back to work tomorrow. I wasted almost the entire weekend sleeping. The past few months have been really awful at work, but things are starting to get better, so I think my body is trying to recuperate, and thus making unusually sleepy and tired. Which is not at all how I want to be in the SUMMER, dammit!

Good news -- I've discovered the joys of fake, veggie bacon. It would totally suck to any eater of real bacon, but it's as close to the real thing as I'm going to get, and I'm so grateful for even getting close . . . I MISS BACON!!!


posted by treepour 16 June | 00:21
Feeling a wee bit better now... I managed to take a long hot shower, which helped a lot, then felt inspired to wash dishes and put a load of laundry in and straighten the living room, which is making me feel better mentally. I don't usually think I do much, but leaving it all for just one day shows the difference.

At any rate, the shower and the movement are helping the muscle aches, and this chamomile tea and honey is helping the queasy, so I guess I'll survive.
posted by taz 16 June | 01:11
I had a unpleasant 48hr brain meltdown starting Friday lunchtime. I hate my confusing early-thirties. Don't get me wrong, a lot of it is magical, but half my life is gone and I'm mostly empty to new goals.

The frustrating thing (most recently) is shouting at people 10 years my junior who want me to tell them my movements re gigs when I have no idea what I'm doing. Go to the gig, I say, you're young, just quit bugging me; maybe I'll see you there. They say they don't like going to gigs by themselves, and then repeatedly ask whether I'm going (this isn't a date scenario btw). I can't run my own life properly at the moment. Why do they think I can help run theirs too? Stop showing up a mirror to my life! Grr.

That rant over, I've been working on a couple of nice projects recently, one of which might be loved by the mecha cats. Taz, I'll mail you separately about this soon.

And for the record, I love fog.
posted by urbanwhaleshark 16 June | 01:58
The arrogant stepdaughter stopped by for Father's Day - not one ounce of sorrow for lying to us and causing such a huge rift. We did invite her for dinner, and first she said yes, then said she'd only stop by for a little while. Still planning on moving to Texas with a boy not even out of high school and his mother. Who she doesn't know. Her massive stupidity is astounding, and I'm still so mad that I can't look at her knowing she still thinks what she's done is okay. I'm afraid I'll say something totally wrong and make things worse. So I didn't even come out of our bedroom while she was there. I didn't want to see her; I just packed for our upcoming trip. She did say she wants us at graduation on Thursday. I was planning on going anyway, just so she can't someday say we didn't.

Teenagers suck.
posted by redvixen 16 June | 06:10
For the third time in as many months, I have gotten sick upon returning from a work trip. I don't understand. I usually get a cold like once or twice a year, max and here it is June and I'm on #3. I eat healthy, I exercise, I try not to let myself get too worn down on these work trips. I take at least one full day to rest on my return. Yet here I am, sick again.

I missed a glorious weekend, a nearby neighborhood street festival, and wasn't able to get much of anything done around the house.

I'm not even well enough to go back to work today, which isn't the end of the world but makes me feel guilty.

(And because misery wants company I guess, I'm even more frustrated that my fiance 1. took Thursday off of work just for a mental health day and didn't do a single thing around the house, so I came home to a pigsty and 2. never seems to catch whatever I have despite eating poorly, never exercising, and smoking a pack a day.)
posted by misskaz 16 June | 07:19
It's fucking foggy again.

It's JUNE. I would like to see the SUN. Why the hell did I get an apartment on the west side of the city, where there is NEVER ANY SUN?????

What's that condition people get when it's snowy all the time and they can't judge distances or figure out where the horizon is and they go crazy? That is what I am getting. My views keep disappearing -- I *know* Sutro tower is out there, but it's hiding. Buena Vista park is not vista-ing or at all buena. Or, I guess it could be, but I CAN'T SEE IT. It's like being trapped in a fucking sensory deprivation tank over here.
posted by occhiblu 16 June | 09:47
I woke up today with a swollen armpit gland, and a sore throat, as well as a swollen gum, right at the back, top row right. I went looking for a good antiseptic mouthwash today and EVERY SINGLE ONE of them contained alcohol. I know people who've relapsed on Listerine, so I'm not even going there.

So instead of some nice-tasting minty mouthwash to easy my soreness, I had to buy fucking TCP, which tastes like ass. Clean, antiseptic ass, but ass nevertheless.
posted by essexjan 16 June | 12:05
This will be my first time on an airplane in 23 years.... || Bestest chicken cooking tip ever

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